My perspective

10|Slug club

Slughorn has invited me to yet another one of his parties. In the letter he sent me he told me that this is going to be a Christmas party and that everyone must wear "formal attire." My mother has trained me enough to know what that means. I have a green velvet dress, silver diamond earrings and choker, and matching silver heels. I was told that I could bring a "plus one". I had no idea who to go with though, so me and Blaise came as friends. Draco and Blaise have been friends since the 2nd year. Me and him weren't super close, but it wasent as though we were super awkward and had nothing to talk about. As soon as we entered the room, Slughorn came over and took a picture with us. He greeted us, and hobbled away. Blaise excuses himself and says that hes gonna go talk with his friends. So where does that leave me? At the food table, all alone. Harry is here also, he came with that weird girl that is a year younger than us. Her name is like Lula Logood or something. I'm taking a sip of my punch, until Hermione rudely interrupts my alone time. "Quick! Pretend were having a conversation!" She begs. I look at her confused. "We ar-" "Oh! What a lovely dress you're wearing, Cassiopeia." She interrupts agian, worriedly looking around. "And I absolutely admire your heals!" I say, playing along. A boy who has blonde curly hair, that I recognize as Cormac walks past us. Hermione let's out a deep sigh. "God thank you so much!" She says, looking as though shes about to hug me. "Were you hiding from Cormac? Why?" I ask confused. "I thought it would be a good idea to take him as my plus one to make Ron jel-" she stops herself before she can go any further. A smirk creeps onto my face. "Please dont tell him." She says. "Ron huh?" I ask, ignoring her. Blush starts to creep up her cheeks. Shes about to say more when the door slams open. In waltzes in Filch, a fistful of Draco's black suit in his old, wrinkly hands.

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 Filch walks up to Slugorn. "Professer Slughorn. I've just discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to be invited to your party-" "Ok ok, I was gate crashing!" Draco says, still standing uncomfortably in Filch's hands. "Happy?" In that moment, when I realize just how many people are actually here, I also rememberd how much of a bad liar Draco is. When we were little, everytime we were doing something we weren't supposed to be, he would make an awful lot of noise. If we got cought, he would start to stutter and he would make it so painfully obvious that we were guilty. And Draco, in this moment was lying. But why? What was he actually doing? Is it because of his mark? Is he in danger? Is he the danger? "Upstairs corrider....come with me." Snape says, stepping forward. Draco finally wrangles himself out of Filch's grip. "Certainly," his eyes drag over his body. "Professor." He almost spits the name. The two leave the party, and everyone turns back to what they were doing before. "I wonder what that was about." I state to Hermoine. But when I look at my side, she isn't there anymore. I think nothing of it, but when I realize Harry's also gone I start to worry. Blaise is standing alone on the other side of the room. Looks like his friends ditched him. I walk over to him. "W-would you l-like a drin-k?" Comes a voice behind me. "Neville?" His hair is neatly combed and slicked back. He's wearing a white and gold suit with buttons and white gloves. I notice that he's carrying a tray of drinks in his hands, that is shaking uncontrollably. "Weren't you at the dinner party?" I ask. "Y-yes, but I g-uess Slughorn did-din't think I was interesting en-ough." He awkwardly chuckles. I grab a two drinks from his tray. "Thanks." I say and smile. He quickly nods, almost dropping the tray. "Did you're friends also ditch you?" I ask Blaise. "Nah, they took off to explore some broom closet." He replies with a smirk, taking his drink from my hand. I stand next to him. "Wanna make this party a bit more interesting?" I ask with a smirk. "Great minds think alike." He says, returning the smirk. He takes out a silver flask, with the initials B.Z engraved in swirly letters. We walk over to the food table together. He pours the whiskey in the punch while I keep look out. "Looks like this party is about to be turned upside down." Blaise says, snickering. After about 17 minutes, everyone in the party is drunk. "Best be to leave." I whisper into Blaise's ear. "Dont want them to find out it's us." Blaise gestures his arms to me. "Our job here is done." He says. And we walk back to the dungeons together.