The Slytherin common room glowed in muted emerald light, the fireplace crackling and throwing restless shadows over dark leather sofas.

At the center, the coffee table was claimed by Lorenzo and Daphne, their wizard chess match locked in tense battle. Lorenzo lounged back with a lazy smirk, while Daphne leaned forward, eyes sharp, fingers drumming against the table.

On one sofa, Draco, Blaise, and Astoria sat close together. Draco’s arm rested along the back, his fingertips brushing Astoria’s shoulder as they talked quietly.

Across from them, you and Pansy flipped through Vogue, the glossy pages reflecting the firelight.

In front of you on the floor, Theo and Mattheo sat shoulder to shoulder, laughing under their breath as they made sly remarks about the match in the center, all while smoking on their joint.

Theo : “So, what’s up for the weekend?”