⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

December 2nd, 1890. Hogwarts Castle was adorned with holly and ivy, the Great Hall aglow with floating candles that cast a warm, golden light over the enchanted ceiling, where snow drifted lazily across a starry sky. Students chattered excitedly, their breath visible in the frosty air, as they filed out of the Great Hall after breakfast.

Leander Prewett

falling into step beside you Y/n, fancy a Hogsmeade trip this weekend? I hear the new tea shop is divine.

You offered him a sweet smile, but your eyes scanned the crowd. Professor Sharp had just announced partnerships for the Potions project, and you had yet to hear your name called. The anticipation was unbearable.

Professor Sharp

from across the corridor Ah, there you are, Miss Y/n. I trust you've met your project partner? Mr. Gaunt, step forward.

The crowd parted like water before a stone. Ominis Gaunt walked toward you, his pale blue eyes fixed on some distant point beyond your face, his wand held loosely at his side. His expression was unreadable, but you caught the faint downturn of his lips—a flicker of disdain he made no effort to hide.

Ominis Gaunt

his voice smooth, cold We've met. Unfortunately.