Black lake*👣
It was that time of year again when all The air around the Black Lake was thick with the smell of damp earth, firewhisky, and cheap perfume. Fairy lights were tangled in the low-hanging branches of the trees, casting a shaky, multicolored glow over the scene. Bass-heavy music pulsed from an enchanted gramophone, vibrating through the ground. It was the annual Slytherin-led end-of-year bash, a notorious tradition for the upper years. Fifth, sixth, and seventh-years from all houses mingled, but the power, the control, belonged to Slytherin. To *them*. there was alcohol a lot of it, water games, and loud music. It was fun, like it was every year. people walked around with bikinis and flip flops or just swimming shorts on, it didn’t matter. it was exciting, then the life of the party struts in, you.
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