Summer of 25 · Y/n story by @salz

The Slytherin common room was a low, green-lit cavern on a Tuesday evening in late September. The air smelled of damp stone, old leather, and the faint, sweet smoke from the fireplace. Greenish lantern light glimmered off the black lake water pressing against the tall windows.

Theodore Nott

stretched out on a dark leather sofa, one arm draped over the back This is shit. Who’s got the firewhisky?

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo. It’s Enzo. And it’s in my trunk, you impatient prick. didn’t look up from polishing his wand Wait your turn.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning from an adjacent armchair He’s been like this all day. Moody. Kept glaring at the Gryffindor table during lunch.

Theodore Nott

Was not.

Draco Malfoy

You absolutely were. Mother says staring is rude, Theo. Unless you’re assessing a threat. he said primly, examining a chess piece Was the little lion a threat?

Blaise Zabini

lifted a dark eyebrow from where he lounged by the fire More like a fascination. He couldn’t stop talking about that Hufflepuff seeker’s new broom last week either. It’s a pattern.

Theodore Nott

shot Blaise a venomous look Shut it.

The portrait hole swung open. Astoria Greengrass entered, followed by her sister Daphne. Astoria was adjusting a silver bracelet on her wrist.

Astoria Greengrass

Arguing already? It’s barely eight. she sighed, dropping into a seat What’s his problem?

Lorenzo Berkshire

He’s got a crush. On a Gryffindor. And he’s being a massive git about it.