The slytherin Princess · Y/n story by @maisieeee

Saturday night in the Slytherin dungeons always felt different. The usual damp chill was gone, replaced by the warm, golden glow of enchanted candles and the low, thrumming bass of music from somewhere deeper in the common room.

Pansy Parkinson

holding up two tiny black dresses, one in each hand Okay, be brutally honest. The one with the cut-outs that says ‘I might hex you,’ or the velvet one that says ‘I already have’?

Daphne Greengrass

leaning against the vanity, meticulously applying a dark lip stain The cut-outs. The velvet is giving ‘prefect’s meeting,’ not ‘Peeves-level chaos.’

Astoria Greengrass

sitting cross-legged on the floor, untangling a necklace She’s right. The cut-outs. But only if you wear the silver heels, not the black ones.

Pansy Parkinson

See? This is why I keep you both around. tosses the velvet dress over her shoulder Astoria, is that the necklace you nicked from the Come and Go Room?

Astoria Greengrass

smiles faintly Borrowed. Indefinitely.

Daphne finished her lips and turned, her eyes landing on Y/n’s wardrobe, which stood slightly ajar. Inside, a sliver of something shimmering was visible.

Daphne Greengrass

Wait. What’s that?