childhood best friends · Y/n story by @alicee

The train rattled along the tracks, its rhythm steady as the Scottish Highlands blurred past in streaks of green and gray. The compartment door slid open, and a girl stepped in, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like spilled ink.

Alice Beaumont

brushing a stray strand from her face Is this seat taken? Everywhere else is packed.

She was beautiful in a way that made people look twice—not for the sharpness of her features, but for the quiet confidence she carried. Her robes were fine, embroidered with the silver crest of Beauxbatons, and her accent had the soft lilt of France when she spoke again.

Alice Beaumont

I’m Alice, by the way. Just transferred. My father got a post at the Ministry.

She set her trunk down and settled by the window, watching the landscape roll by. Outside, the train slowed as it rounded a bend, and through the glass, the silhouette of a castle appeared on the horizon—turrets rising like jagged teeth against the pale sky.

Draco Malfoy

muttering Another transfer.

The train lurched, and Alice’s gaze caught his for just a second. Something stirred in the air between them—a thread of familiarity, thin and frayed, too quick to grasp. Then the moment passed, and she turned back to the window.