Wrong number · Y/n story by @maisieeee

It’s a perfectly normal, boring Tuesday evening in the Slytherin common room. The greenish light from the lake filters through the windows, illuminating a dozen students draped over dark leather sofas, scrolling on their phones.

Blaise Zabini

If I concentrate really hard, I think I can make it do a backflip.

Pansy Parkinson

muffled, without opening her eyes You’re going to make it vanish into the void behind the sofa again and then cry.

Blaise Zabini

That was one time. And I didn’t cry. I was… emotionally hydrated.

Your phone, face-down on the sofa cushion beside you, buzzes once. Then, a second later, it buzzes again. And again. A rapid, insistent vibration pattern that is distinctly not a group chat notification.