Truth or dare · Y/n story by @mills

The Slytherin common room was thick with warmth and the smell of firewhisky. Green lamps cast long shadows across the worn leather sofas, and a group of boys had pushed the low tables aside to make a circle on the floor.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning, bottle in hand Alright, everyone knows the rules. Spin, ask, answer, or drink. No backing out.

Blaise Zabini

leaning back, arms crossed And no cowards. We've got a whole night.

The fire crackled. A few younger Slytherins had retreated to the corners, watching from armchairs. The circle was tight: Mattheo, Blaise, Lorenzo, Draco, and Theodore.

Theodore Nott

glancing at you, a quiet smile You playing?

His knee was close to yours on the floor. The bottle sat empty in the center, waiting for a first spin.