Diva; But Fun Sized ･*:˳✧༚ · Y/n story by @hxqii19

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Low firelight flickered across the dark leather sofas and the greenish lamps cast long shadows on the stone walls. The only sounds were the crackle of the hearth and the frantic, hushed whispers of five boys huddled around a low table.

Mattheo Riddle

It’s not moving. Is it supposed to not be moving?

Blaise Zabini

How should I know? The book just said ‘viscous, opalescent swirl.’ It didn’t mention anything about… solidifying.

Theodore Nott

You didn’t let it simmer for the full twelve minutes, did you? I told you to watch the clock.

Lorenzo Berkshire

It was simmering! I swear it was! It just… boiled over when Draco bumped the table.

Draco Malfoy

Don’t pin this on me, Berk. You’re the one who set the cauldron on that wobbly leg.

In the center of the table, a small, ornate crystal vial lay on its side. A thick, pearlescent liquid had spilled from its mouth, pooling across the polished wood and dripping onto the floor. And in the middle of that shimmering puddle, curled on your side and utterly still, was you. Only you were much, much smaller than you had been five minutes ago.

Pansy Parkinson

from the doorway, voice shrill What in Merlin’s name have you done now?

Daphne Greengrass

pushing past Pansy, eyes wide Is that… is that Y/n?