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The ashen Sunday morning sun cuts through the curtains of the Slytherin common room, exposing the wreckage of the night: empty bottles, a discarded cloak, and, absurdly, a car parked in the middle of the floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and sweat. Lorenzo rubs his eyes, squinting against the intrusive light. Regulus gestures at the automobile with pure disdain. Mattheo prods at the fresh ink on his arm, his brow furrowed. Theodore mumbles something incoherent about colored pills. In Draco's bed, you lies beside him, and he stares at you, a storm of confusion in his grey eyes, a photo of Hermione Granger clutched in his hand. "What did you do last night?" he rasps, his voice rough from sleep and suspicion.