ten bottles of firewhisky. three chaotic, gorgeous purebloods. seven very concerned boys. the girls had a brilliant idea. sneak out. break into the three broomsticks. steal some firewhiskey. have a little fun. what could possibly go wrong? well, it’s 3 a.m., it’s snowing, and the three most feared girls at hogwarts are fast asleep in a freezing hogsmeade alley. unfortunately, their seven favourite enemies have just found them. and carrying three unconscious, thoroughly troublesome slytherin girls home is about to become a very long night. because they don’t stay unconscious for much longer. and they definitely have a lot to say.
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@aannxxeeThe Slytherin common room was exactly as it always was—low green light, black leather, the constant murmur of students too proud to whisper. The fire crackled. The lake pressed cold and dark against the enchanted windows.