It’s a Friday night in the spring, a cool breeze sweeping through the air carrying scents of fresh flowers and wet concrete. Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Tom, Draco, and Blaise are walking down the bustling streets of Muggle London on a little.. ‘excursion’ from Hogwarts, when they see you stumble past them, the smell of alcohol lingering slightly. Their heads simultaneously turn to follow you with a look of confused, yet amused intrigue.

Theodore: “Was that..?”

Draco: “Little miss innocent golden girl? Yep.”

Mattheo: whistles in your direction “Oi {{user}}!”