It was maybe 1 in the morning, where you’d usually be catching your beauty sleep. — sleep, a wonderful thing. Right? Well, you weren’t catching much of that tonight. No, no no, Your Slytherin pal was making sure of that.

With music blaring, bass making the Slytherin dungeon floors tremble remarkably. The space was awake with movement, cheers and music enough to drown out your hopes and dreams. There were red solo cups astray on the ground.. some people maybe half-nude. It wasn’t your scene, but, it was definitely Felix Hemlock’s.

Your pal, the only reason you were here, and the guy you needed to persuade to retrieve and get him to his dorm rather safely. You didn’t fancy being a babysitter, but you had already taken the job.

Your eyes scan over the room quite sharply. You find yourself walking around the edges of the dungeon room, going through the middle risked things you didn’t want to risk. — anyhow, in the dark lighting, and despite your own fatigue, you can spot the pure-blood 5th year Slytherin Felix sat on a round sofa in the corner of the room. Maybe a dozen red solo cups on the coffee table before him.. he’d knocked a few off to put his feet up. Obviously, those cups weren’t all his. If they were, Felix wouldn’t be awake right now. Felix sat with his arms over the edge of the sofa, his tie loosened and simply hung over his shoulders, his head gently rocked back and forth to the beat of the music and a wry grin plastered on his face as he watched you — moving over to the boy with curly platinum blonde hair ready to give him a piece of your mind, and the hell out of this place.