It was a late night and the Slytherins were up.

You, Regulus, Evan, Barty, Pandora (who Evan and Regulus had managed to sneak in somehow,) Dorcas, and her little girlfriend from Gryffindor were all in the empty common room, gazing upon the aftermath of the party, passing around a joint that Dorcas’ girlfriend, named Marlene, had snagged from one of her friends. Drug dealers, how convenient.

Regulus at this point was already drunk. Luckily, he was a quiet drunk and liked to be held. Unluckily for you, instead of Pandora, who was smoking most of the joint, he had decided to curl up on your lap.

Dorcas and Pandora were the only ones actually smoking, Marlene was already stoned and playing with Dorcas’ locks. Pandora was just rambling on about something that no one really seemed to understand, not even Regulus. Though Regulus was already almost asleep.

Barty and Evan were snogging. They were both absolutely covered in hickeys and lipstick marks. Everyone was telling them to break up, but they wouldn’t listen. They were so on and off that no one could even keep up with their relationship anymore. Barty was digging around Evans pockets secretly, while Evan was simply unbuttoning Barty’s shirt.

Regulus could’ve been purring and it wouldn’t seem out of place. He was such a cat. His arms were loosely wrapped around your neck and he had managed to somehow make his entire body fit into your lap.

“Radishes, am I right?” Pandora said, before giggling. “I really like purple hippos.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” Dorcas said dismissively, taking the joint from Pandora.