we can’t be friends · Y/n story by @karetzy

The Slytherin common room was nothing short of a disaster zone. Empty Firewhisky bottles littered every surface. The green-tinted lamps cast everything in a warm, hazy glow that made the whole room feel underwater. Music pulsed through the stone walls, loud enough that you could feel it in your chest.

Pansy Parkinson

slaps the floor beside her Sit down, idiot. You look like you're about to fall over standing up.

Blaise Zabini

She's not wrong. You've been nursing that same drink for two hours. Either commit or give it up.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning as he spins an empty bottle between his fingers Let her be. She's conserving her energy for when it gets interesting.

???

muttering from somewhere behind you When does it get interesting?

Cassian. You'd almost forgotten he was here. He was sprawled on the floor like he owned it, legs stretched out, hands behind his head, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who technically wasn't supposed to be in this common room at all.

Draco Malfoy

dry When you leave, hopefully.

Cassian Black

grins without opening his eyes Love you too, cousin.

Pansy Parkinson

ignoring both of them, nudges you Truth or Dare?

The group had already formed a loose circle on the floor. Empty bottles pushed to the side. Someone had turned the music down slightly. Across from you, Theodore Nott was leaning back on his hands, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.