Theodore Nott · Y/n story by @Daisy

The Slytherin common room was a cocoon of low, greenish light on a lazy Saturday afternoon. The usual hum of conversation was absent, replaced by the low, serious narration of a documentary.

Pansy Parkinson

shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth He’s so messy. A plastic barrel? Honestly.

Daphne Greengrass

The neighbors said they complained about the smell for weeks.

Astoria Greengrass

tucks her feet under Y/n’s leg I’d have just used a vanishing spell. Amateur.

The portrait hole swung open with a soft groan, letting in a draft and the sound of footsteps.

Draco Malfoy

There you lot are. We’ve been looking— he stops short, blinking at the flickering images on the magical projection screen

Blaise Zabini

Is that… muggle news?

Theodore Nott

peers over Draco’s shoulder, his eyes narrowing at the graphic reenactment on screen What in Salazar’s name are you watching?

Mattheo Riddle

leans against the doorframe, a slow, incredulous smile spreading Well. This is a new look.

Lorenzo Berkshire

squints Is that a… is he putting body parts in a fridge?