you were in a gryffindor and slytherin party with your friends as you waved goodbye to the marauders, your only friends, not knowing who you should spend time with now that they were busy with their pranks.

your smile faded into a lonely pout, and as you turned around you saw regulus, your enemy. great. now you had to deal with him. and in a party too. you sipped your drink slowly, your eyes widening as you realised he was drunk.

“where did your friends go, baby?” he mumbled, getting closer.