“Her drink has been spiked” Draco said cooly, glaring down at the sloshy liquid in {{user}}‘s drink. The potent scent of Amortentia flushed through Draco’s nose. Mattheo and Theodore’s eyes darkened, looking around the crowded and raucous party, (being held covertly in the Slytherin common room), for the culprit.

Blaise was stood beside them with their female best friend {{user}}, holding her waist to keep her stable with her sluggish stance. He scowled hearing what Malfoy had said. “We need to take her back to her dorm” Blaise said sternly, his protective demeanour now evident, “now.”