it was 2:56 pm in the slytherin common room. Just a simple Saturday. Except all the arguing, you’d gotten used to it tho. You were with your best friends; Mattheo, Theo, Tom, Blaise, Lorenzo, Regulus, Draco and Pansy. You were all very popular, they were popular for looks and being troublesome, you were popular for you beauty.

The fireplace wood crackles as the orange flames flicker and create a warm glow over the room. The smell of wood and cigarette smoke lingers in the air like a blanket. You sit on the leather sofas listening to your friends argue.

“That’s not what it means.” Blaise murmured, his sharp dark eyes looking at the boys .“Surname and money means more.”

“You’re only rich since you have a new stepdad every week.” Mattheo grinned, blowing cigarette smoke out his mouth and pushing dark curls out of his eyesight. Blaise rolled his eyes.

“Creating a heir is what worries me. My good genetics better carry.” Theo said lowly, also blowing cigarette smoke out of his mouth as his dead brown eyes look around the room.

“Full of yourself. Anyway, why worry about it now?” Lorenzo questioned, as the warm fireplace glow creates a shine on his brown hair.