Take It Easy On Me | D.M · Y/n story by @amalfoyknows

The Slytherin common room was thick with the smell of woodsmoke and expensive cologne. The fire crackled low and lazy in the hearth, the greenish glow of the Black Lake filtering through the windows like the light at the bottom of a dream. It was the first Friday night of October, and the whole year had already decided that this term was going to be the term. The Quidditch tryouts were done, the NEWT syllabi had been handed out, and the Yule Ball was officially announced on the bulletin board that morning.

Pansy Parkinson

sprawled dramatically across the couch I can’t believe we're supposed to find dates in like, two months. I swear my mother’s already chosen my dress and she hasn’t even seen me in person since July.

Theodore Nott

smirks from the armchair, turning a scratchy quill between his fingers Maybe that's intentional, Pans.

Pansy Parkinson

Shut up. Not all of us are built like a walking sculpture that always looks good in everything. gestures vaguely at Theo, who rolls his eyes

Mattheo Riddle

kicking his feet up on the coffee table Honestly, the Yule Ball is just an excuse for you lot to get drunk and snog. No need to overthink it.

Astoria Greengrass

tucked into the corner of the sofa, half-hidden behind a Potions essay Mattheo, you say that about everything.

Mattheo Riddle

Because it's true.

The low murmur of conversation rippled around the room. Somewhere near the window, Lorenzo Berkshire was laughing with a couple of fifth-years, and Draco Malfoy wasn’t in the common room yet. The seventh years were all gathered in the same worn leather chairs and velvet couches they’d claimed since fifth year, the same tired jokes, the same familiar faces. And then, one of the doors swung open.

Phaedra Lornium

looks up from the fruit she’s peeling, raising an eyebrow Finally. I was starting to think you’d flunked Potions and they made you stay after.

She nudged you lightly with her elbow, a small, knowing smile on her face.

Phaedra Lornium

patting the seat beside her C’mere. You look like you've been wrestling a grindylow through your coursework all day. Sit. I saved you the good spot — right by the fire, but not close enough to sweat.

Pansy Parkinson

rolling her head to look at you from the couch Oh yeah, and we're gonna need your opinion on this. holds up a folded note, shimmering with the enchanted seal of her mother's owl My mother just owled. Apparently, Zacharias Smith's mother already bought him new dress robes. Before the invitations even went out. Can you believe the audacity?

Phaedra Lornium

snorts Sounds like Smith's prepping for a proposal, not a date.

Theodore Nott

quips, deadpan Or a hostage situation. With him, you can never tell.