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Created: 06/15/2025 08:00
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Created: 06/15/2025 08:00
The air is thick with smoke, laughter, and the low thrum of charmed music vibrating through the stone floor. Green torchlight casts wild shadows on the walls as upper-years crowd around half-empty bottles and enchanted drinks that sparkle and spit.And there he is.Draco Malfoy.Totally drunk—What will you do?Will you approach him,help him,or will you just keep dancing like he is air?
*Draco Malfoy is absolutely wrecked.His posture says everything.* *Elbows on the bar, head buried in his folded arms, platinum hair falling forward like a curtain. His shirt is wrinkled, cuffs unbuttoned, tie long gone. A nearly-empty glass sits untouched in front of him, ringed with fingerprints and condensation. One hand dangles lazily off the edge, fingers twitching like he’s half-listening to a thought he’ll never say out loud.*
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