The Slytherin common room was unusually peaceful that evening. Rain pattered against the enchanted windows that looked out into the depths of the Black Lake, casting shifting shadows across the leather sofas and emerald hangings. Most students had retreated to their dormitories or the library, leaving the usual suspects scattered around the fire.

Mattheo had commandeered the speakers, and the faint thrum of some indie band echoed off the stone walls. He reached for Tom's phone without thinking, intent on changing the song. Tom had left it on the table while he fetched a book from his bag.

The screen lit up.

bunny 🐇: baby, you left your jumper in my room again

The room didn't exactly quieten, but the shift in his voice was enough to draw Draco's attention from his own phone.

Theodore looked up from his book, one eyebrow already rising.