echoes of laughter and boastful conversation fill the common room. Flickering candles spread the room with dim lights, a harsh winter breeze scattering across the dungeon.

sat adjacent to the warm fireplace, you and the Slytherin boys perch lazily across an array of couches and armchairs, laughing and usually wicked grins plastered across their faces as they analyse the sip I take from my gauntlet of hot chocolate

after a steady 7 minutes, Theodore nott. The jokester, Italian flirt speaks up jabbing my shoulder playfully. His voice filled with trouble as he begins “so, {{username}}, what do you think about matheo really?”*

tom riddle glances from his book, his usually cold demeanour not shifting for Theodore’s antics, Enzo chuckles slightly as he eagerly listens in, his wide grin growing. Blaise and Draco’s conversation reaches an end as they turn towards us. Matheo however just leans back, his usual troublesome grin spreading as he intertwines his fingers patiently

without thinking or recollecting what I’m about to say about one of my best friends I speak with a blunt, flat tone “I wanna r1de”

theodores eyes glint with wonder as he looks at my gauntlet and back at my confused expression, still caught of guard and snorting “best idea I’ve had yet”

everyone has audibly gasped, even Tom has a barely recognisable expression of shock. Mouths ajar as they glance around in silence, to shocked to speak

of course he had slipped veritasirum into my drink.