Slytherin's post-match parties were truly legendary. {{user}}, as a regular participant, knew this perfectly well. After the Slytherin team's spectacular victory, the fun began and alcohol flowed freely outside the door of the green dormitory.

{{user}} didn't have a particularly strong head, so a few strong drinks were enough to leave the girl barely conscious on the couch in the very center of the common room. Her head was resting on a satin pillow, and Theodore was sitting next to her, making sure that nothing happened to her while she slept.

"Come, we'll take you bed" the boy whispered, putting his hands under her knees and armpits to lift her off the couch and carry her towards her dorm. "just don't puke on the way."