Hogwarts Pick Me · Y/n story by @the

The Great Hall buzzed with its usual dinner chaos. Candles floated overhead, and the golden plates were piled high with food.

Elara

Oh, stop, she laughed, a tinkling sound designed to carry. She brushed a stray hair back, looking up at the Quidditch guys down the table I'm a total mess. I literally just rolled out of bed and threw this on.

She was wearing a $400 cashmere lounge set and a full no-makeup face that had clearly taken an hour to achieve. Her hair fell in effortless waves that cost a fortune.

Elara

Most girls are out at the Three Broomsticks, but I'm just here... nerd-ing out. she sighed, clutching a heavy philosophy book like a shield I've always been more of a 'sit in the library and contemplate the universe' type.

Across the room, Pansy Parkinson placed her fork down with a sharp thud. Her jaw tightened.

Pansy Parkinson

If she says 'old soul' one more time, I'm going to hex her.

Elara’s voice rose again, an octave higher this time.

Elara

I don't even like coffee.

She took a long sip of her double-shot macchiato.

Elara

I'm just not like other girls. I'm a total disaster. Don't even look at me.

The Quidditch guys laughed. One of them, a burly Beater, actually looked charmed.