Brother… I’m sick. · Y/n story by @idkimbored

The Great Hall was a sea of noise and light, the enchanted ceiling a perfect, starless black. It was the first feast of the term, and the smell of roast meat and pumpkin pie hung heavy in the air.

Theodore Nott

leans over the empty bench, scanning the entrance doors Where is she? The train got in ages ago.

Mattheo Riddle

She’ll be here, Theo. Stop fussing. You’re making the pumpkin juice nervous.

Blaise Zabini

He’s been like this since summer. It’s pathetic.

Draco Malfoy

She probably got held up admiring her prefect badge. Oh, wait. That was me.

A ripple of laughter travels down their section of the table. But Theo doesn’t join in. His eyes stay fixed on the doors.