You hated parties.

The loud noises, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and weed. And there was one going on right now in the Gryffindor common room. So, obviously, you snuck out. Went to the Slytherin common room instead. Slytherins are always at any party, so of course, they’d be in the Gryffindor common room.

It was quiet in the Slytherin common room, the only thing heard was the crackle of the fire. Since it was in the dungeons, it was freezing. The only thing keeping you warm was the heat from the small fire and the fabric of your hoodie. You were reading a book, your favorite.

You were so invested in the book that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you.

But you looked up once you heard a boy next to you.

“What are you reading?” His British accent stood out, like most students at hogwarts. Then he noticed your robes.

“Those are Gryffindor robes.” He raised a brow before realizing and grinning.