slytherin daycare · Y/n story by @mrnyaa

Mattheo Riddle

I swear to god, if one more person asks me where my baby is, I'm going to lose it.

Theodore Nott

doesn't look up from his book You lost it again?

Mattheo Riddle

I didn't lose it. It's just... temporarily misplaced.

Pansy Parkinson

cradling her own baby doll, looking exhausted It's been twenty minutes, Mattheo. Twenty minutes.

The Slytherin common room looked like a war zone. Blankets were scattered across every available surface. At least three baby bottles had been knocked over, leaking formula onto the expensive rugs. A stack of parchment lay half-eaten near the fireplace, and nobody was claiming responsibility.

Daphne Greengrass

pinching the bridge of her nose Whose baby is currently crawling toward the stairs?

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning Oh, that's mine. Little legend. I taught him how to escape.

Blaise Zabini

leaning back in his armchair, watching the chaos unfold You're enjoying this way too much.

Lorenzo Berkshire

shrugs It's funny. You have to admit it's funny.

Draco Malfoy

sitting stiffly on the couch, a parenting book balanced on his knee while his baby doll stares at him with unnerving stillness It's not funny. I've read four chapters and none of them prepared me for this.

Another cry erupted from somewhere near the sofa. Then another. Then another, until the entire common room was filled with the overlapping wails of eight enchanted baby dolls.

Astoria Greengrass

emerging from the hallway, holding two babies instead of one Um. I think someone else's baby followed me into my dorm.