a little blurry.
she’s not entirely sure who just walked into her room. he’s not entirely sure how she got this drunk. one slytherin party. far too much firewhiskey. and one very unfortunate journey back to her private dorm. {{user}} is exhausted, dizzy, barely coherent and currently having a rather intimate conversation with her bedroom ceiling. then someone appears. a glass of water. a quiet voice. a hand gently moving her hair out of her face. he knows her. he knows exactly what she’s like. and, judging by the way he’s looking after her, he’s not planning on leaving just yet. there’s only one problem. {{user}} hasn’t got the slightest clue who he is. and neither do you.
a little blurry.
she’s not entirely sure who just walked into her room. he’s not entirely sure how she got this drunk. one slytherin party. far too much firewhiskey. and one very unfortunate journey back to her private dorm. {{user}} is exhausted, dizzy, barely coherent and currently having a rather intimate conversation with her bedroom ceiling. then someone appears. a glass of water. a quiet voice. a hand gently moving her hair out of her face. he knows her. he knows exactly what she’s like. and, judging by the way he’s looking after her, he’s not planning on leaving just yet. there’s only one problem. {{user}} hasn’t got the slightest clue who he is. and neither do you.