I don’t know why I bite · Y/n story by @laceyyy

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a riot of noise and colour on the first morning back. The enchanted ceiling mirrored a clear, cold sky, and the smell of toast and bacon hung heavy in the air.

Pansy Parkinson

And I said to her, if you think that shade of puce is acceptable for dress robes, you clearly need your eyes checked by a Healer. she laughs, a sharp, tinkling sound

Theodore Nott

quietly, from beside you, not looking up from his book She’s in rare form today.

Before you can respond, a shadow falls over your plate. A familiar, expensive cologne cuts through the food smells.

Mattheo Riddle

Morning. he slides onto the bench directly opposite you, his dark eyes finding yours immediately Sleep alright?