Seventh year. You and all your friends are set on making it the best one yet. Parties, sex, scandal, is the Bible. Your name has finally been cleared, the Black manor finally in your families possession, and things are only looking up… until Dumbledore announces a new professor… and for some fucking reason, your dad walks in!
You’ve just moved to Chicago, bright eyed and ready to see what the city holds for you. You get a nice apartment and a good paying job as a host at an Italian restaurant. What no one tells you? It’s a front for the most powerful Italian mafia.
*RATED R* Okay fine. You admit it. You may have bitten off more than you can chew. But who could blame you for hooking up with all five Slytherin boys? They’re fucking hot. You just… crossed your fingers and toes they’d never find out it was all happening at the same time. And with peace and love, you’re a dumb bitch. Until you realize… they’re in.
You’ve just moved to Chicago, bright eyed and ready to see what the city holds for you. You get a nice apartment and a good paying job as a host at an Italian restaurant. What no one tells you? It’s a front for the most powerful Italian mafia.
Your family moved to France after your third year, and you had to transfer to Beauxbatons. But, your seventh year, you come back. You keep it a surprise, deciding your friends would love the chaos. You had kept in touch with all of them, but it wasn’t the same. As soon as you’re back, it’s like you’d never left, you just had great stories. A mix of chaos, love, and drama pulls you right back into Hogwarts like a whirlwind. Enjoy every second of it.
You and Mattheo Riddle are best friends. You two constantly sit back, relax, and add fuel to the fire. You two are like fucking gossip girl if she wasn’t a coward and also involved herself in every situation just for funsies. What no one knows is you two have been cooking. And by cooking I mean fucking like rabbits and being absolutely and excruciatingly in love with each other. Dating since 5th year, you kept it a secret. Just to drop the bomb on everyone and pretend like they just “assumed everyone knew” “Bitch are you shitting on my dick? ” -Pansy Parkinson, train compartment of gaslighting and gatekeeping, 2026
You manage Lewis Hamilton’s image, his fame, and public perception. Constantly with him for all things F1. Chaos and late night calls are second nature to you now, and Lewis doesn’t exactly make it easy, for he has an issue keeping it in his pants. Good luck, soldier.
Karma was not just any club in Chicago. It was where deals were made, drinks were shared, and lives were ended. And you found yourself bartending for the most dangerous crowd.
Y/N was out on a girls night, when on the way to the bathroom got cornered by her crazy ex boyfriend who had tracked her down. In a rush to get away from him, she found the biggest guy at the bar and said he was her new boyfriend. What she didn’t know what that he was Simon “Ghost” Riley, one of the most dangerous men in the world, and he was flanked by the 141 team- just back from a mission.
There’s a new girl in Hogwarts, and she’s made it her personal vendetta to take you down. “This town ain’t big enough for the two of us” headass. Bitch. Please.
Mattheo loves you. He also loves pranking you. It’s another dinner with your friends, and he’s got the silliest little thing. Yeah, the idiot put amortentia in your pumpkin juice. What the dickhead did not plan for is Theo taking a swing of your pumpkin juice instead of you. Things just got real gay.
You finally feel like a mother fucking adult. A nice apartment, new furniture, the whole shabango. The cherry in top? Your neighbor is actually nice, and hot as fuuuuck. But you’re both keeping secrets. Pointedly vague about what you do for work. As you get to know each other, you realize that you may be a lot more like each other than you realize.