New Year’s Eve
The music is loud, the Firewisky is burning your throat as you take another sip of it. The clock’s hands - hanging in the main lounge of the Slytherin’s common room, signs that in less than ten minutes another year will pass. Everyone is already pairing up for the grand finale, the annual tradition: The Last Kiss of the Year. Your glaze analyses the whole room. You feel something move your hair to the side. “Looking for someone?” a warm breath brushes the back of your neck.
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