D.m · Y/n story by @Mya44

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chaos of a new term at Hogwarts. Candles floated overhead, casting warm light onto the four house tables below. The Slytherin table, in particular, was a cluster of emerald and silver—whispers, laughter, the clatter of goblets.

Theodore Nott

glances up from his phone, then back down Not now, Ella.

Ella

I just—I wanted to know if you'd seen my Transfiguration notes. I think I left them in—

Mattheo Riddle

snorts without looking up Left 'em in the bin, probably.

Lorenzo Berkshire

elbows Mattheo Mate, don't be a prick.

Ella

face reddens, trails off Never mind.

Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes and turned back to Draco Malfoy, who was leaning back on the bench, one arm draped casually over the backrest. His grey eyes scanned the table, landed on the empty seat beside him, then flicked to the entrance of the Hall. Waiting.

Draco Malfoy

muttering, low Where is she.