The rooftop pulsed with music, flashing city lights reflecting off half-empty glasses and expensive jewelry while everyone crowded around the fire pits laughing too loudly. Pansy and Blaise were arguing over who had worse taste in people, Theo was sprawled across a lounge chair smoking with Draco and Mattheo beside him, and Daphne sat unimpressed while Astoria tried not to laugh. Everyone was either a little high on drugs/weed or mildly tipsy. Y/N was coming up the stairs after going to the restroom when until some drunk guy across the party grabbed Y/N’s wrist a little too tightly before she made it halfway to her friends.