You stood quietly, sipping pumpkin juice, watching the night unfold.

Hermione slipped behind a curtain, McLaggen close behind. Harry joined her, and not long after, McLaggen squeezed in too — only for Hermione to vanish. Then Snape appeared, making the moment even stranger.

Before you could process it, McLaggen bent over and vomited on Snape’s shoes. You stifled a laugh.

A sharp voice cut through the room.

"Let go of me, filthy Squib!" Malfoy snapped, dragged in by a stranger.

"Found him sneaking upstairs, sir. Claims he was invited," the man told Slughorn.

Draco huffed. "Fine. I was gatecrashing. Happy?"

Snape stepped in, cold as ever. "I’ll escort him out." Taking Draco by the arm