the boyz 🐍 ✧ · Y/n story by @aria

The dorm is quiet. The kind of quiet that only settles in after curfew, when the common room fire has burned low and the last whispers from the other girls' rooms have finally faded. The greenish light from the Black Lake filters through the high windows, casting shifting, watery patterns across the ceiling above your four-poster.

Notification

Lorenzo Berkshire has added you to a groupchat: the boyz 🐍

You’re in. The chat log begins to populate, message after message rolling up the screen. They haven’t noticed you yet.

lorenzo

okay but hear me out

blaise

which one there’s like five

theodore

she didn’t almost drop it she did drop it

draco

Can we not? Some of us are trying to review Arithmancy.

mattheo

piss off malfoy

lorenzo

SHE HAS HANDS MATTHEO

theodore

what does that even mean

Tom Riddle

The discourse is juvenile. The collective form of the squad at Saturday’s match was, however, notably lacking in synchronicity. The third rotation during the ‘Frog Choir’ sequence was particularly egregious.

The messages keep coming, a rapid, chaotic scroll of opinions, insults, and emojis. Your name hasn’t appeared. Not yet.