Slytherin had decided to throw a welcoming back party, like they do at the start of every year. You attended with a few of your friends, and quickly ran out of Firewhisky. You excuse yourself from the group and squeeze through the crowd of teens who are practically groping each other in the middle of the room.

You successfully manage to get a full, unopened bottle and glance around to find a way back to your group. As you’re doing so, your eyes land on Blaise Zabini. He quickly looks away from you. He’s had a crush on you since first year, but he’s never tried to speak to you.