Put me down!| M.R · Y/n story by @uniquez

The Slytherin common room was warm, lit by the green glow of the lake filtering through the enchanted windows. A fire crackled in the wrought-iron hearth, casting dancing shadows over the emerald velvet sofas.

Pansy Parkinson

stretching out on the chaise I'm telling you, Greengrass, if you don't block that TickTock account, you're going to lose your mind over nothing.

Astoria Greengrass

It's not nothing, Pansy. She's literally posting about my skincare routine like she invented it.

Daphne Greengrass

rolling her eyes, not looking up from her phone It's a retinol serum, Tori. Not a family heirloom.

The common room was mostly empty—a few younger students huddled by the windows, a couple of fifth-years playing Exploding Snap near the stairs. The fire popped.

Theodore Nott

lounging in an armchair, barely glancing up from his book Practice ended ten minutes ago. You might want to brace yourself.

Daphne Greengrass

glancing toward the dungeon entrance For what?

The heavy stone door swung open.

Mattheo Riddle

breathing hard, hair disheveled, Quidditch gear still on There you are.

His eyes found yours from across the room. He didn't stop walking.