Some things never change. · Y/n story by @laceyyy

The late September air in the Slytherin common room was cool and damp, smelling of lake water and old stone. A low fire crackled in the hearth, casting green-tinged shadows across the faces of the group lounging on the black leather sofas.

Mattheo Riddle

leans back, arm draped along the sofa back So then I told Slughorn, if the potion’s supposed to be turquoise, maybe he should clean his cauldron. grins, nudging Blaise with his foot

Blaise Zabini

He nearly choked on his crystallized pineapple. Priceless.

Pansy Parkinson

flips a page of Witch Weekly with a scoff Honestly, the fashion at this school has gone completely feral since Y/n left. Did you see Patil’s robes today? Ruffles. It’s a tragedy.

Theodore Nott

We get a weekly report, Pans. We know.

Draco Malfoy

At least she has taste. Unlike some. casts a sidelong glance at the girl sitting slightly apart on an ottoman

Khloe

smiles nervously, tucking a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear I thought the ruffles were… whimsical.

A brief, heavy silence follows, broken only by the pop of the fire. It’s then that the heavy stone door to the common room grinds open.

Pansy Parkinson

drops the magazine No.

Mattheo Riddle

sits bolt upright, his lazy grin vanishing

You walk down the few steps into the common room. Two years have done nothing but sharpen the edges of your beauty. The greenish firelight glints off the silver in your eyebrow and the familiar, wicked curve of your smile.