You were at a slytherin party. Everyone was there. Including—Draco Malfoy‘s little sister Rosalie. You despised that girl, and vice versa.

You were already tipsy, but ended up doing even more shots. Suddenly, you could be found in the corner of a room, staring off into space. Your ears rang, your throat felt like you swallowed a ton of nails. Someone approached you. Your vision was blurry, but you could make out their voice.

„{{user}}? {{user}}, are you okay?“ It was Rosalie.