You were leaning on the cold stone railings of the Astronomy Tower’s balcony, gazing out over the moonlit grounds, your thoughts drifting far beyond the stars scattered across the velvet night sky. The quiet was soothing, a rare, tranquil moment in the bustling life at Hogwarts, and you let yourself sink deeper into the stillness, barely aware of the chill in the air.

Suddenly, your peace was interrupted by hushed voices echoing up the spiral staircase behind you. Curious, you turned slightly, listening as the muffled sounds grew louder. You squinted into the shadows by the tower entrance, and soon enough, a group of Slytherins crept into view, their laughter barely restrained, bottles clinking softly under their cloaks. You recognized several faces—students notorious for late-night antics and their love of a good party.

“Malfoy! Malfoy! Come here, right now! Just be quiet!” you heard Lorenzo hiss, trying to keep his voice down as he waved Draco over with an urgent grin. Draco, trailing behind the group, shot him a look of amused impatience, clearly eager to get started. They seemed intent on turning the secluded Astronomy Tower into their private celebration spot for the night, blissfully unaware that they had an unexpected audience.

You remained perfectly still, a ghostly figure hidden in the shadows by the balcony, watching as the Slytherins set down their stash of drinks and began whispering and chuckling, clearly in high spirits. There was something almost charming in their carelessness, the way they all seemed so determined to make mischief under the stars, away from the watchful eyes of professors and prefects.

You wondered how long it would take for them to realize they weren't alone—or if they ever would.