Clandestine | Theodore Nott

Louis

Blaise woke up with a frown, his bed didn't feel like his own. He opened his eyes and recognized the luxuriously decorated Bardot manor guest room. He sighed deeply and recollected the previous night's events. Starla had danced on a table, champagne bottle in hand with Pansy and one of their French friends, he tried to remember the dark haired girl's name, Louise? The night was very eventful and the party had been, successful, but that word was an understatement. He noticed the wilder nature of Central European parties, although Starla had told him that the Northern European ones were the wildest. Luckily, none of them had ever been to an American party, which were described as being incredibly boring. Then again, America was quite the joke to everyone who didn't live there, especially to Englishmen.

The six Slytherins had stayed over at the house whilst most people drunkenly Flooed back home. He, Blaise, had invited Luna Lovegood, he had spent the whole night in her company. She was very different while intoxicated and he felt as if he had gotten to know a completely different side of the girl. After a few minutes of trying to rack his brain for memories, he felt his throat bubble and stumbled to the bathroom.

"Mate are you alright?" Draco walked in after hearing the retching of his friend.

"Do I look it?" mumbled Blaise on top of the toilet.

"Get yourself together, we'll have breakfast in half an hour."

"What?" asked Blaise with an overwhelmed expression.

Draco smirked, he looked as if he'd just been in a shower, "If it makes you feel any better, I also threw up about half an hour ago."

"Somehow that does make me feel better," Blaise smiled, "How are the others?"

"Not so good, I assume— I'll leave you to it."

Draco walked out with an amused smile, then it turned into a scowl, he once again remembered how Starla and Theo had shared their new years kiss. He disliked their newly discovered interests in one another but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. And he thought it very unlikely for them to genuinely start something, it was widely known that they weren't the relationship type. He strolled down the grand staircase casually on his way to the kitchen. They didn't want to make much of a fuss, so they had decided to eat breakfast in the kitchen instead of in the dining room that day.

"Morning," he said as he sat down.

Starla groaned, she had her head resting on her arms which were crossed on top of the kitchen island. Draco chuckled at the sight of her.

"So, Draco, was it nice hanging out with Astoria for the whole night?" asked Pansy with a smirk.

"What?" Daphne looked at the boy with wide eyes.

"As a matter of fact, yes, how was it with Roslyn?"

Pansy smiled softly, "She's so..." she shook her head, unable to find words for her feelings.

"Yeah I understand what you mean," said Blaise as he stretched largely, stepping in to the room.

"I heard about your little... scene," said Daphne, addressing the throwing-up-in-the-bathroom thing.

"Shut it, I'm sure at least two of you went through the same thing."

"I think Daphne and I are the only ones who did not," Theodore said from behind his mug.

"Is it possible to be drunk the morning after?" mumbled Starla, head still resting on her arms.

"I don't think so. Here," Theodore held her a large mug of coffee and a piece of toast and was about to give them to her.