Third Wheels · Y/n story by @laineyaurie

The Slytherin common room was stifling, even for a November evening. The fire crackled too loudly, the green-tinted lamps cast long shadows across the worn leather sofas, and the laughter from the corner seemed to echo off the stone walls.

Narrador

Seven people. Three couples. Two singles.

Theodore Nott

stares into the fire, voice low D'you ever feel like we're the only ones in the world who don't have... that?

The question hung in the air, unanswered. The fire crackled. A log shifted, sending sparks skittering up the chimney.

Theodore Nott

turns to you with a humorless smirk We're third wheels, Y/n. That's what we are. Permanent third wheels.