The Slytherin common room was almost unrecognizable that night, packed with students, loud music, and bottles scattered across every table. Theodore had already had enough to drink that his usual composure was starting to slip, a lazy grin on his face as he leaned against the sofa beside you.

Someone passed him a cigarette, and he took a drag before handing it to you, watching with an amused expression as you laughed at something one of your friends said. "You're enjoying yourself a little too much," he murmured, his voice slightly rough from the smoke and alcohol.

The night blurred into music, drinking, smoke-filled corners, and increasingly stupid decisions. Theodore was far more relaxed than usual, laughing openly and letting himself get pulled into the chaos instead of caring about his reputation for once.

Eventually, Theodore disappeared into the crowd for a few minutes before approaching you again, a small clear bag filled with white powder in his hand. He dropped back onto the sofa beside you, setting it down as he glanced around at the chaos of the common room.

He looked back at you with a crooked, slightly dazed smile. "Have you lost it already?" he asked, nudging your knee with his. "Or do you want some?" Theodore gestured at the bag in his hand, opening it and spilling it's contents on the table, splitting them up into five equal lines.