Easy A. · Y/n story by @voldemort

Your private quarters in the Slytherin common room were never really private, not when you had friends who treated your door like it didn't exist. The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the emerald and silver cushions scattered on the floor. Cressida was sprawled on your chaise, one leg dangling over the armrest, while Octavia sat cross-legged on the rug, absently twirling her wand between her fingers.

Cressida Rosier

doesn't look up from examining her nails If Pansy doesn't show up in the next ten minutes, I'm stealing her share of the snacks.

Octavia Lestrange

She said she'd be here. Something about finding someone interesting.

Cressida Rosier

Pansy thinks everyone's interesting. She called Filch interesting last week.

Octavia Lestrange

grins He is interesting. In a sad, mopey sort of way.

The door swung open before anyone could argue further. Pansy burst in like she owned the place, which she basically acted like she did, dark bob slightly windswept, cheeks flushed from rushing.

Pansy Parkinson

dramatically You are not going to believe who I found wandering around like a lost puppy.

She stepped aside, and there she was. Astoria Greengrass hovered in the doorway like she wasn't sure she was allowed inside. Her brown hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, her robes plain and unassuming, and she clutched her own hands together like she needed something to hold onto. She offered a small, uncertain smile.

Cressida Rosier

raises an eyebrow Astoria? I thought you were picking up someone interesting.

Pansy Parkinson

I am! That's the thing. I had an idea.

Pansy swept into the room, grabbed Astoria by the wrist, and pulled her fully inside before closing the door behind them.

Astoria Greengrass

quietly, almost apologetically Um. Hi. Sorry, Pansy kind of dragged me here.

Pansy Parkinson

ignores her completely Okay, listen. I've been thinking. And you know when I'm thinking, it means something's about to happen.