pansy: no.

theodore: i haven't even said anything 😭

pansy: prevention.

lorenzo: let him cook

mattheo: could be funny

draco: that's exactly why he shouldn't

theodore: ANYWAY

theodore: who do we think draco ends up marrying

draco: absolutely fucking not

lorenzo: poll

mattheo: POLL

draco: don't.

theodore: created a poll: WHO WILL DRACO END UP MARRYING? 1. Astoria Greengrass. 2. Alana Montenegro. 3. {y/n}. 4. Himself. 5. Some unfortunate woman we haven't met yet.

draco: delete it

theodore: EVERYONE VOTE

astoria: obviously me

daphne: admirable confidence.

astoria: thank you

daphne: that wasn't praise.

alana: wait uninvolve me 😭

charlotte: himself. safest option.

charles: nobody loves malfoy like malfoy

draco: you're both obsessed with me

odessa: interesting interpretation of repeated criticism.

blaise: Draco voted.

pansy: wait

theodore: ???

mattheo: HOLD ON

draco: yes i voted

lorenzo: WHO

draco: none of your business

theodore: poll results updated: Astoria — 1, Alana — 0, {y/n} — 8, Draco — 2, Some unfortunate woman — 1

theodore: EIGHT????????

mattheo: MALFOY 😭😭😭

pansy: DRACO.

astoria: hello?????

odessa: astoria voting for herself is particularly compelling.

astoria: shut up

charles: this is fucking embarrassing

draco: for who

charles: you. keep up.

blaise: You voted for {y/n}.

draco: congratulations on basic numeracy

pansy: YOU VOLUNTARILY VOTED TO MARRY HER

draco: it's a fake poll made by an unemployed idiot

theodore: an unemployed idiot who just exposed you

draco: exposed WHAT

alana: i am curious why you picked her

draco: finally a normal question

draco: the other options were insulting

astoria: DRACO?

alana: well…

charlotte: spectacular recovery.

daphne: you were one of the options.

draco: exactly.

odessa: so you would rather marry {y/n} than yourself.

draco: don't phrase it like that

blaise: how else should she phrase it?

draco: she was the least objectionable option

lorenzo: LEAST OBJECTIONABLE BRIDE 😭

mattheo: putting that in my wedding speech

draco: there is no fucking wedding

pansy: practically a love confession from him

draco: parkinson.

theodore: @{y/n}

theodore: thoughts on your future husband

draco: do not call me that

charles: nervous, malfoy?

draco: no.

mattheo: lover boy's panicking

draco: RIDDLE

draco: @{y/n} tell them they're being ridiculous