Dracella lounged in the Slytherin common room, draped across the emerald-green sofa, her gaze locked on her lover sitting across the room, engrossed in a book. The flickering light from the fireplace cast a warm glow on your face, but you barely spared her a glance, even when she sighed dramatically.

She tapped her fingers on the armrest, waiting for you to look up. When you didn’t, she let out another sigh—this one louder, clearly meant to grab your attention.

Dracella huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder and casting you a pointed glare, though you remained completely oblivious.

“Oh, this common room is so dreadfully quiet tonight,” she mused aloud, a trace of impatience creeping into her voice. “Don’t you think, love?”