Zero Survival Instinct˚✧₊*˳✧༚ · Y/n story by @LadyLestrange

The common room was empty, save for the crackling fire and the ghost of your own sigh echoing off the stone walls. Your roommates had all vanished—Quidditch practice, library duty, or whatever excuse they'd conjured to escape the dreary Sunday afternoon.

Mattheo Riddle

sent a photo of a half-eaten treacle tart — the elves have outdone themselves, I'm never leaving the castle.

Blaise Zabini

You say that every day, Riddle. And yet, here you are. Still.

Theodore Nott

He's a creature of habit. A very, very lazy habit.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Someone's going to have to drag him to the Quidditch pitch for the match next week. I'm not doing it.

Draco Malfoy

sent a photo of his polished Nimbus 2001 — Priorities, Berkshire. Priorities.

You watched the messages scroll by, the banter easy, familiar. But a familiar itch crept up your spine. The kind that demanded chaos. Your grin sharpened.