The common room was thick with heat and smoke and something sweet spilling from cups. Red and green lights pulsed across the stone walls, casting everyone in shifting shadows. On the main sofa, Pansy had her legs tucked under her, a drink balanced on the armrest. Daphne sat beside her, watching the crowd with quiet amusement. Astoria was perched on the arm of the chair, scrolling through something on her flip phone. Near the window, Draco was mid-argument with Blaise over something involving a bet and “a clear foul.” Enzo had already moved on to trying to balance a book on his head.