It was supposed to be you · Y/n story by @sophrosed

The Hogwarts Express had barely shuddered to a halt before the rain began. Fat droplets splattered against the grimy windows, streaking down in crooked lines that blurred the platform beyond into a smear of emerald and charcoal.

Pansy Parkinson

Y/n!

The voice cut through the noise, sharp and familiar. Pansy Parkinson stood a few feet away, umbrella held aloft like a weapon, her dark eyes scanning Y/n with an expression caught between warmth and pity.

Pansy Parkinson

You actually came.

She stepped closer, heels clicking against the damp stone. The crowd parted around them, oblivious.

Pansy Parkinson

I wasn't sure you would. After everything with—she hesitated, lips pressing into a thin line—well. After everything.

Pansy shifted her weight, glancing toward the castle. Then, quieter, almost conspiratorial:

Pansy Parkinson

He's already inside. Got here early, like he always does.