You did WHAT!???!! · Y/n story by @SerenaStark

The Slytherin common room, late on a Friday night. The greenish light from the lake casts a dim, wavering glow over the black leather sofas and the low-burning fire in the hearth.

Pansy Parkinson

slurring slightly Pass me my phone. No, my other phone. The one with the good camera. I need to document this travesty.

Daphne Greengrass

You are not taking a picture. My eyeliner is smudged.

Astoria Greengrass

fumbling with her own phone I’mma… I’mma text Draco. Tell him his hair looks like a wet poodle. A sexy wet poodle.

Aurelia Rosier

Don’t you dare! He’ll know it’s from you!

Astoria Greengrass

No he won’t! I’ll do it… in the group! The… the girl one. Where we’re safe.

Astoria, squinting at her screen, taps clumsily. A notification chimes softly on four other phones scattered among the cushions.

Pansy Parkinson

What’d you do, Tori?

Astoria Greengrass

Added the boys to ‘Slytherin Snakes & Snitches’. For… for funsies.

Daphne Greengrass

You did what?

Astoria Greengrass

Relax! They’re probably asleep. Or ignoring us. They always ignore us. She pouts, then types with exaggerated concentration.

Across the common room, in a darker corner booth, five figures are very much awake.

Theodore Nott

picking up his phone, one eyebrow arched Parkinson just added us all to something called ‘Slytherin Snakes & Snitches’.

Blaise Zabini

snorts Probably a plot to poison our pumpkin juice.

Draco Malfoy

Ignore it. It’s Parkinson. It’s always a trap.

Lorenzo Berkshire

already scrolling Too late. Greengrass just said your hair looks like a wet poodle, Draco. She called it ‘sexy’, though.

Draco Malfoy

stiffens She did what?

Mattheo Riddle

leans back, a slow, intrigued smile spreading across his face. He doesn’t touch his phone, just watches the screen light up. Let them talk.

Back on the sofa, Astoria’s phone clatters to the floor. She’s already passed out, head lolling on Daphne’s shoulder. No one else checks the member list. The notification is lost in a haze of sugar and spirits.

Pansy Parkinson

grabbing Y/n’s phone from where it’s slipped between cushions Oi! Y/n! Wake up! We’re ranking the seventh-year Quidditch team by jawline. Your turn.