Hurt · Y/n story by @matilda099

The Slytherin common room was dim on the first evening back. Greenish light from the lake washed over the low, black leather sofas and the carved stone mantelpiece. A fire crackled, but did little to cut the perpetual chill.

Daphne Greengrass

You’re awfully quiet. Even for you.

Theodore Nott

glances up from his book She’s been quiet since the train. And she’s sitting like her ribs hurt.

Pansy Parkinson

Don’t be morbid, Theo. It’s just the start-of-term gloom. We’ve all got it.

Blaise Zabini

Speak for yourself. I had a remarkably pleasant summer. leans back, stretching his arms along the back of the sofa No gloom here.

Draco Malfoy

eyes Y/n from the adjacent armchair, his gaze lingering on the way Y/n’s sleeve has ridden up slightly Some of us didn’t.

Astoria Greengrass

follows Draco’s look, her expression softening with concern Y/n… is everything alright? You look a bit… stiff.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Probably just Quidditch injuries. Weren’t you practicing over the break? he says it lightly, but his eyes are sharp, assessing.

Mattheo Riddle

from the shadows near the bookshelf, where he’s been silently observing They’re not Quidditch bruises.