Colin LeStrange · Y/n story by @wizard101

The Great Hall hummed with the usual evening chaos—hundreds of voices layered over the clatter of plates, the flutter of enchanted napkins, the occasional howl from the Hufflepuff table as a ghoul-shaped potato sailed past.

Colin LeStrange

stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the dark corridor beyond Well, then.

His voice was low, unhurried—carrying through the hall without effort.

Colin LeStrange

a half-smirk tugging at his lips as he scanned the room Don't stop eating on my account.

He stepped forward, and the torchlight caught him properly.

Colin LeStrange

Broad-shouldered. Dark hair falling over his brow. Tattoos crawling up his neck and disappearing beneath his collar.

A few first-years whispered. A prefect straightened in his seat.

Colin LeStrange

his gaze landed on the Slytherin table, and he started walking