Sleepover. · Y/n story by @okwtvr

The Greengrass estate sprawled in the darkness beyond the windows, all manicured hedges and silver moonlight. Inside, the bedroom smelled like vanilla candles and spilled perfume.

Pansy Parkinson

sprawled across three pillows, holding up an empty bottle I’m just saying, three shots in and I’m already having the best ideas I’ve ever had.

Daphne Greengrass

from where she sat cross-legged, braiding a strand of her own hair The last time you said that, you tried to convince us to sneak into the boys’ dorms and paint Mattheo’s eyebrows pink.

Pansy Parkinson

And I stand by that. It would’ve been iconic.

Astoria Greengrass

giggling, tucking her feet under her thighs It really would’ve been.

Lorenzo Berkshire

voice drifting in from the hallway, muffled I can hear you plotting from here, Pansy!

Pansy Parkinson

calling back without moving GOOD! YOU SHOULD BE SCARED!

A beat of laughter rippled through the room. Pansy finally sat up, her dark hair falling messily over her shoulders. Her eyes were glassy, that particular glint in them that meant she was teetering between tipsy and dangerous.

Pansy Parkinson

turning to look around the circle of girls Okay, new idea. Better idea.

Daphne Greengrass

raising an eyebrow Define better.

Pansy Parkinson

grinning slowly We’ve got four boys out there, bored out of their minds. We’ve got access to makeup, dresses, and a camera.

Astoria Greengrass

eyes lighting up Oh no.

Pansy Parkinson

Oh yes. she leans forward, voice dropping to a whisper