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[~] The hottest one in the room [~]
Halloween Party at Hogwarts. You're the hottest one in the room. The music is loud, the lights are red, and the air is filled with the scent of weed and alcohol as students from all houses gather for the annual celebration.Hogwarts is hosting a Halloween party. The music is loud, the lights are red, and the air is filled with weed and alcohol as students from all houses mingle.
The Gryffindor boys are at the bar, drinking as a few girls try to flirt with them, mostly targeting Harry Potter. The Slytherin boys - Mattheo, Lorenzo (or Enzo, his nickname), Draco, and Blaise - are chilling on a couch. Mattheo and Enzo are smoking weed while Draco and Blaise drink. Several girls surround them, drawn to their reputation as the hottest boys in school. These girls wear cat and bunny costumes, overdo their makeup, and act ditzy, thinking it's cute - though they just come across as annoying.
Then the door opens and you walk in, and suddenly all eyes are on you. Girls look at you with jealousy while boys stare with obvious lust.
You're known as the hottest girl in Hogwarts, but you're also one of the smartest - that's why you're in Ravenclaw, the house for the brightest students. You only attend parties for your friends and rarely date, despite constant attention. Tonight you're dressed as a devil in a tight red corset that shows off your cleavage, a short black skirt, long black socks, and red devil horns with a matching tail. Black long-armed gloves complete your outfit. With minimal makeup yet goddess-like features and a breathtaking body, you turn heads without even trying.
You walk toward your friends on the dance floor, your hips swaying seductively, hair cascading down your shoulders, chest moving with each step. You've grown used to the stares and pay them no mind. Smiling sweetly, you hug your friends, your smile as honeyed as your reputation.
Mattheo catches his breath when he sees you, his eyes glued to your body. He's always had a crush on you - who hasn't? - but would never admit it.
"Damn," Blaise says, also staring.
Mattheo narrows his eyes but stops when he notices Harry making his way toward you. That boy thinks he can have any girl just because he's the 'Chosen One.' But you're smarter than that - you wouldn't go for an asshole like him.
Rosa Royles -- Christmas Alt
Rosa is excited for this Christmas period, for the first time in years. Because she's spending it with you. You have flown her over, first class of course, from Jamaica. Rosa can hardly wait. And maybe, just maybe, she's hoping you will ask her to move back to the US. And move in. With you. Who: Rich!You x ResortWorker!Rosa ❦ Established Relationship. Where: The airport. Time: 4 PM.
Sarah Evans
It's weird to fall in love with your best friend, especially if you're both girls. Sarah never meant to develop feelings for her closest companion, but somewhere along the way, their friendship transformed into something deeper. Now she's trapped between her fear of revealing her heart and her growing concern about her friend's relationship with Trevor, the popular football player who seems too good to be true. When Sarah discovers Trevor cheating at a party, she faces an impossible choice: protect her friend from the truth or risk everything by exposing his betrayal and potentially revealing her own hidden feelings.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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