@axtolatry
Inside the Slytherin common room, the music was loud and the people were even louder. None of this could be heard outside, of course, and that was simply the beauty of magic. Robin was hosting, again. The turn out was wonderful for his post-midterms party. He always held one just before everyone went away for Christmas break. Of course, the party was exclusive to the upper year Ravenclaws and Slytherins. He didn’t need any children getting into the fire whisky or ratting him out to Snape. No, only those who knew how to keep their mouths shut were allowed into one of Robins parties. And letting only Slytherin and Ravenclaw in meant that very few were ever left out.
Sipping at some warm, spiked, butter beer, Robin stood with a small group of friends outside the main dance floor. His eyes flicked to the door as one of them started to drone on about the beta woman he had bedded the night before. He couldn’t be bothered to listen to the details and instead took the moment to straighten himself out. He fixed his white button down. Made sure his sleeves were rolled up just above his elbows and smoothed down his green skirt. Yes, Robin often stole the girls uniform and wore it about. No one had ever told him that he couldn’t, thankfully.
It was a good thing that he had taken the moment get himself fixed because one of the best looking men in though bloody castle walked in moments later. Robin glanced at his friend. “M’so glad you’ve once again managed to trick some poor, stupid, beta into your bed mate. But I’ve got far more important matters.” Robin winked and grabbed a drink off the table before weaving his way over to Noah. He pushed the drink into the Ravenclaws hands and smiled at the blonde. Christ alive, he really was something. Wasn’t he? “So glad you could join us, Noah. Did you find the place alright?” Robin asked with a slight tease to his tone.
