. Pansy was stationed at the vanity, aggressively contouring her cheekbones with an intensity that suggested war, not self-care. Daphne sat cross-legged on the floor, filing her nails like she had somewhere better to be, while Astoria was curled into the corner of the sofa, phone in hand,, scrolling through TikTok with the volume barely turned up.

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The four of you had claimed the common room for the night. The boys were off doing whatever it was boys did when they weren't being watched, and honestly? It was a relief to have a night without them hovering.

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"Okay, but real question,"-life Pansy said, not looking up from her mirror,, "does anyone actually believe Draco when he says he's 'studying with the boys'? Because I've seen his idea of studying, and it usually involves a quidditch ball and a lot of shouting. "

"That's basically all they do, though,, isn't it?" Daphne said, glancing up briefly. "I swear, if I hear one more story about Blaise's 'epic save', I'm going to lose it. "

Astoria laughed softly, not looking up from her phone. "They're not that bad. Enzo's been texting me about some new spot he found near the kitchens. Says it's good for 'vibes'. whatever that means. "

Pansy finally turned around,, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Vibes? He's been hanging around Mattheo too long. That boy has never had a single original thought in his life. "

The room settled into a comfortable lull. The kind of quiet that only came when you'd known each other for years and didn't need to fill every second with noise. Then the door creaked open and Y/n stepped in,, holding a small mirror that seemed to glint with something unusual in the dim light.

Pansy raised an eyebrow. "That's a weird look on your face. What've you got there? "