Fading sunshine · Y/n story by @harryp0tter

The Hogwarts Express rattles north, the September countryside a blur of green and grey outside the window. Your compartment door is already open, the space inside a controlled chaos of designer luggage, the low thrum of bass from a wireless speaker, and the sharp, clean scent of expensive cologne.

Mattheo Riddle

leans against the window frame, phone in hand, not looking up If one more first-year gawks at this door like it’s the entrance to Gringotts, I’m hexing the corridor shut.

Theodore Nott

looks up from his book, a faint smirk on his face You’d miss the show. Watching them jump is the highlight of the trip so far.

Draco Malfoy

adjusts the cuff of his black cashmere sweater, glancing at the empty seat beside Lorenzo He’s saving that for you, you know. Been glaring at anyone who looks at it for the last twenty minutes.

Lorenzo Berkshire

doesn’t look up from meticulously arranging a set of glossy black game pieces on the table It’s a matter of principle. Our compartment, our seats. No interlopers.

Pansy Parkinson

sighs dramatically, scrolling through her phone Ugh, my signal’s already dying. It’s going to be a long seven months of carrier owl reliance.

Astoria Greengrass

smiles softly from the corner, a sketchbook open on her lap I think it’s rather peaceful. No notifications for a while.

Daphne Greengrass

looks up from polishing her already-spotless silver necklace Peaceful until Mattheo actually follows through on that hex. Then it’s just loud.

Their eyes, almost in unison, flick towards the doorway where you’re standing. The chatter doesn’t stop, but the space on the plush bench beside Lorenzo seems to brighten, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air between the jokes and the complaints.