Black Lake's Secrets. · Y/n story by @elliewellie

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, steam curling against the grey October sky. The compartment door slid open with a sharp hiss.

Theodore Nott

leaning against the frame, a lazy grin on his face You look lost. Most first-years have that look.

He was tall—impossibly tall, it seemed—with slightly curly brown hair that fell across his forehead. His voice carried a warmth that didn't quite match the mischief in his eyes.

Theodore Nott

stepping aside, gesturing inside Come on, then. We don't bite. Well—Mattheo might, but only if you're lucky.

Behind him, two more boys were sprawled across the seats. One with honey-brown eyes that flicked up coldly before returning to the window. The other, lighter-haired, had a joint tucked behind his ear and a grin that suggested he'd already decided you were amusing.

Lorenzo Berkshire

in a smooth French drawl Ignore him. Theo thinks he's funnier than he is. Sit. We don't bite. a pause Much.