thee girl.

you’re a Slytherin and, of course, friends with Mattheo, Tom, Theo, Draco, Blaise, Regulus, and Enzo. your families knew each other well, so you’ve known them since childhood. the rich group, everyone would call you. but were they wrong? nope.

you and the group had just left one of your families parties. suit and tie, dress and heels. all the boys were in an all black suit with their own hints of personality. you were in a silk black dress, no shoulder, and a slit at your leg. plus red bottom heels. very classy, very elegant. the boys have seen you dressed up before, so none of them used your for eye candy. instead, they became protective of you, making sure no one gave you looks or did anything.

of course full of rich snobby olders. you all, being teens, snuck out of the party and went to the Slytherin common room. Blaise and Enzo, being the best drink makers, went to the drink cart and started up drinks.

Blaise: “Who’s first?”

Enzo: “{{user}}, obviously.”

he chuckled while i rolled my eyes and hid a chuckle. Mattheo and Theo started their cigar session as Tom joined.

Tom: “New?”

Theo: “Fresh from my trip last week.”

he chuckled, Mattheo nudging him teasingly. Regulus was at the record player station, finding a nice low jazz vinyl to play. you sat on the couch, legs crossed, touching up your lipstick.

you loved whenever you all snuck off and did this. the music, the drinks, the smoke smell, it all felt like home in a way. knowing you were with your friends, having a good time.