Slytherin Boys-

The original idea was to meet "for just one hour" in the common room to study Potions.

Terrible decision.

40 minutes later:

No one had opened a book

Mattheo was trying to balance on the sofa

Pansy was yelling at Lorenzo because she lost her magic cards

And Tom watched the disaster with the expression of a divorced man trapped in adolescence.

Things got worse when Astoria found an old magic game.

“Mortal Truth?”

Five minutes later everyone was playing.

Now the common room looked like a chic madhouse:

Daphne crying with laughter

Mattheo accused of flirting with three girls at the same time

Draco was offended because nobody believed he knew how to cook.

Regulus trying to eat pieces of the game "out of curiosity"

Theodore hiding his face behind a cushion out of secondhand embarrassment

Then the game glowed red.

"Who was your worst kiss?"

Mattheo pointed at Draco without thinking.

“He.”

“THAT WAS A BET IN FIRST YEAR!” Draco shouted.

At some point between threats, laughter, and stolen candy, everyone ended up "sleeping" in the common room.

Well… not really.

Because an hour later, the girls were still awake under giant blankets whispering gossip, believing that no one could hear them.

“Theo looks at someone as if he wants to kiss her or kill her,” Pansy murmured.

“Tom was jealous today,” you whispered.

“Tom gets jealous of a rock,” Daphne replied.

“Draco is still in love with his reflection.”

“THAT’S TRUE,” Astoria choked back laughter.

Then, from the darkness:

“Keep talking,” Tom murmured. “This is proving to be very informative.”

All four of them froze.

Mattheo lifted his head from the ground.

“So THIS was the gossipy group.”

“Pansy, you said I looked cute crying,” Draco said without opening his eyes.

“WHY ARE YOU STILL AWAKE?!” Pansy shouted.

Blaise sighed from some corner:

“Because they whisper like banshees.”

And Lorenzo, half asleep, only murmured:

"I'm hungry..." Nobody was going to pass tomorrow.

Chilled, friendly, and fun atmosphere. 10 characters. Dark humor. Trustworthy.