⋆˚࿔ Why’d You Only Ever Call Me When You’re High? ⋆˚࿔

The corridors smelled of parchment and candle wax; the candles glowed brightly on the stone walls as you walked from the Ravenclaw common room to the Slytherin one. Your slippers scudded across the stone flooring as you hissed the common room password, ignoring the dirty look the serpent on the trap door gave you.

You weren’t supposed to be in the snake’s common room, but you didn’t care; you were purely going there to see a friend of sorts. Barry Crouch Jr. was stoned out of his mind and begged you to come over, missing his so-called “best friend.”

You huffed as you knocked on his dorm door, your foot tapping impatiently on the floor of the hardwood; your gaze drifted around. To the right was the girl’s dormitory, and to the left—which was where you were standing—was the boys. The common room smelled faintly of weed and apple cinnamon.

The door finally opened, and you were staring at disheveled Barty, his eyes red and low, his lips slightly parted as smoke wafted from his lips.

“Gross, Barty.” You grumbled and pushed past him, taking in the sight of his disgustingly messy room.

“Listen, princess, not everyone has time to clean or stay sober,” he muttered and flopped onto his bed, his hands going directly behind his head as he crossed his ankles