ππππππ : ππππππ for POTTAH ! @cursedheroes ππππππππ : south courtyard for the party, heading towards the clock tower. ππππ : merlin only knows, because draco doesn't have a watch.
draco's tolerance is going up, numb to the feeling of the effects of drugs and alcohol, not even a buzz it was starting to wear thin or it was possible that this lame party didn't have the high-quality liquor that the slytherins do. nothing quenching the void, he downed the daisyroot draught and some other concoction laced in it to make a potent shot, nothing but sugary fucking water. with a huff of irritation that this school had really gone to the dogs, he flicked his chin in a gesturing nod he was leaving to crabbe, he slammed the shot glass down surprised it didn't shatter in his hand as he stood to his feet. he'd seek out astoria to complain about how shit the alcohol is and that they should have their own party.
he stood in the midst of the core of the party, a corpse amongst the living.
being as tall as he was all draco had to do was straighten his posture to surveil all the heads, gaps, and spaces for astoria's head, merlin he was going to have to tie something to her for easy location. when a certain nickname the chosen one caught his attention as if his ear were tuned in for anything relating to potter, and he was about to head over to make a remark about perfect potter when a black spot darted through the crowd caught his attention heading in the direction of the clock tower. mirthful sneer slithered on his lips, he was off after his raven snitch.
β potter ! β he called, a few paces he was behind harry, about halfway down the path to the clock tower, he could still feel the throb of music from the party, he hadn't realised it was raining. β what after one triwizard tournament, youβre too good now for a gryffindor party, β draco remarked bitterly, grey eyes mirroring that of the sky above as he leers at the other through the light rain, white hair now matching his eyes.
