we’re just the same || M.R · Y/n story by @cocopops

The Slytherin common room was packed tonight. Green and silver lights pulsed across the walls, the bass of enchanted music thrumming through the stone floor. Bodies pressed together, laughter mixing with the clink of firewhisky bottles.

Gemma Farley

Another one?

Gemma slid a fresh glass toward you, raising an eyebrow.

Gemma Farley

You sure you're alright, Y/n? You've been sat here for an hour just staring at the same spot.

You didn’t answer. You just took the glass and downed half of it in one go. The burn was familiar. Comforting.