‘Didn’t Know You Had a Sister, Malfoy’ | ༉‧₊˚.

The Hogwarts Express gleamed under a pale September sky, its red paintwork bright against the grey platform. Steam billowed around the ankles of bustling students and anxious parents, swallowing goodbyes and laughter in a thick, warm haze.

Draco Malfoy

leans against a compartment window, phone in hand, not looking up If you take a picture of the train, I’m throwing you under it.

Theodore Nott

slouched in the seat opposite, scrolling You say that like it’s a threat. Might be quieter.

Blaise Zabini

watching the platform from the doorway, perfectly still She’s here.

Draco’s head snapped up. Through the fogged glass, a figure was weaving through the crowd, dragging a trunk with one hand, the other holding a phone aloft as if filming. She wore oversized black jeans and a hoodie that swallowed her frame, the hood pulled up against the drizzle.

Pansy Parkinson

pushing past Blaise to get a look Oh, she’s tiny. I’m adopting her.

Draco Malfoy

standing up, shoving his phone in his pocket Don’t you fucking start. makes for the compartment door