Who is she? |*~ · Y/n story by @myjinglvialls

Mattheo Riddle

leaning against the stone wall, cigarette dangling from his lips I’m telling you, Nott, if McGonagall catches us out here again, she’s gonna skin us alive.

Theodore Nott

blows out a ring of smoke, smirking Worth it. Besides, the view’s better out here than in that stuffy common room.

Blaise Zabini

sitting on the low wall, arms crossed, smirking You say that every time, Theo. And every time, it’s just the same four walls and a bunch of first years.

Lorenzo Berkshire

chuckles, elbows Scott At least we’ve got good company.

Scott Barringer

grunts, not really paying attention, eyes distant

The afternoon sun cut through the arched windows in long, golden shafts. Dust motes drifted lazily in the light. The boys were scattered along the corridor—some standing, some sitting, all of them too comfortable to move.

Theodore Nott

flicking ash What’s got you all quiet, Barringer?

Scott Barringer

shrugs, still staring off Nothin’. Just thinkin’.

Draco Malfoy

chuckles lowly, from where he’s perched on a ledge Dangerous habit.

A few students passed by—Hufflepuffs, mostly, averting their eyes like they always did when the Slytherin group was settled in one spot. The boys barely acknowledged them.