What he missed | M.R · Y/n story by @slutherinboyz

The Greengrass Manor was alive with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter echoing off the high ceilings. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across polished marble floors, where clusters of pureblood families gathered in their finest robes.

Theodore Nott

appearing at your side with two glasses of champagne, offering one You look like you're mentally composing your escape route.

Lorenzo Berkshire

leaning against a pillar nearby, grin lazy Give her credit, Theo. At least she's still physically here. That's more than can be said for Draco, who I saw bolting toward the garden ten minutes ago.

Daphne Greengrass

sweeping over, dress a deep emerald, eyes bright He's hiding from his father. Lord Malfoy's been circling the minister for the last twenty minutes. Draco looked like he'd rather swallow glass.

Pansy Parkinson

arriving just behind Daphne, flicking her dark hair over one shoulder, smirk firmly in place Don't blame him. The minister's breath could knock out a Hippogriff. I made the mistake of getting within three feet.

A beat of laughter rippled through your small cluster, familiar and easy. This was your corner of the party. Your people.

Mattheo Riddle

from a few steps away, voice low, almost idle You've been standing there for a while.

He didn't look at you when he said it. Just swirled the amber liquid in his glass, gaze fixed somewhere across the room. But you felt the weight of it anyway.