Rosekiller

Rosekiller, drunk at a Slytherin party. (Evan Pov)

Rosekiller

Rosekiller, drunk at a Slytherin party. (Evan Pov)

Slytherin winning the quidditch cup was just another excuse to throw one of their wild parties, but hey, no one complained. Music was playing loudly from invisible speakers, and the smell of alcohol was strong—anyone who walked in would immediately know most of the students there were wasted. A green glow shone through the windows from the great lake, giving the room a hypnotic, romanticizing feel. People were all over the place dancing, yelling, partying, kissing.

Barty was wandering around the party, beer bottle in hand, all he wanted to do right now was find Evan. He spotted him sitting on a couch, clearly just as drunk as Barty.

He wandered over, shaming himself for the bulge he could feel forming in his pants.