TWISTED [D.M.]

It was barely their first night back at Hogwarts and a rager was already taking place in the Slytherin Common Room . . . thanks to Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott's bidding.

Eleanor looked forward to a long night of sleep but was forced by Pansy, her roommate, to take part in the festivities downstairs. There's been an awful lot of first-years that needed to be sorted and she also might have eaten way too much. The thought of drinking any liquor and jumping around did not sound so appealing to the young Slytherin girl.

If she were being honest, she's felt like she's been drained of energy to do literally anything since summer ended.

Yet, she knew that this year was about to take a toll on her freedom, restricting her from acting like the teenager that she is. She did not have much time left to have fun and let loose; might as well soak it all up now . . . while she still can.

Besides, it's not like it's easy for her to sleep for more than a couple hours anyway. Sleeping sounded like a chore to Eleanor. Staying at the Malfoy Manor made her experience things that one would not want to remember while trying to find peaceful slumber. Whenever Eleanor closed her eyes, she could only see the Dark Lord's face sneering down at her and Draco as they tried to cower away from the pain of the Dark Mark. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could do is worry about what she had to do this year.

"Hurry up!" Pansy whined from her side of the room as she struggled with putting on knee-high boots that she took from Eleanor's closet. "I'm really hoping that Draco isn't being too indifferent and that he'd still come to party tonight."

She refrained from rolling her eyes as she applied glossy red lipstick in front the mirror. Pansy only wanted to snog, she doesn't even care about what the boy's been through. Eleanor couldn't really blame her either. It's not like Draco ever insinuated that there could ever be more between them. It was only ever sex. Pansy only accepted whatever she got from him, like a dog begging for crumbs at the table: it was better than nothing at all.

Changing out of her jumper, Eleanor put on a black skin-tight dress as well as her coveted pair of red stilettos. The dress was long sleeved. She had to pack a lot of those this year.

She then proceeded to follow Pansy through the door, which of whom held a flask of Firewhiskey in her hand. She seemed drunk already.

"Merlin, it's only 8PM, Pansy. Chill out."

"No, Eleanor, you need to, how do you say . . . 'lower the chill', ah yes, and drink with me."

This made her laugh and reach for Pansy's flask to take a swig as well. 

The Slytherin Common Room, in general, was dark and quiet. The furniture was black, antique, and elegant, walls usually adorned with portraits of notable Slytherin ancestors and alumni. Not tonight though, it was  . . . buzzing. The walls were covered in green Slytherin flags. Screams and pounding music had replaced the usual murky quietness and there were people, everywhere. Not a corner of the room could be found without an inhabitant. Thankfully, a silencing charm had been cast around the room so that no other student or professor could catch drift of the unholiness going on inside.

Her friends were clearly having fun, smack dab in the middle of the entire scene.

Blaise, surrounded by multiple underclassmen girls, cheered on Theodore as he attempted to do a keg stand. Eleanor didn't question how they knew of the Muggle contraption and how they managed to sneak it inside. Meanwhile, Goyle and Crabbe were busy getting drinks from the table as Draco was talking to a drunken Milicent Bullstrode nearby.

It caught her by surprise that Draco was even there, considering he went through the same dark things that she did, if not more with his father getting incarcerated. Eleanor on the other hand could barely handle leaving her dormitory willingly if she wasn't being dragged out by Pansy.