Love Letters · Y/n story by @Lazuli

The Slytherin girls' dormitory, February 13th. The air smelled of vanilla-scented candles and expensive perfume, thick with the conspiratorial energy of four girls sprawled across two four-poster beds.

Pansy Parkinson

Right. Tomorrow is the day. The official day of love, or whatever Honeydukes is calling it this year.

Daphne Greengrass

flips a glossy page of Witch Weekly’s Valentine’s special It’s called a marketing opportunity, Pansy. And I, for one, am seizing it.

Astoria Greengrass

You’re sending a card to Adrian Pucey again, aren’t you?

Daphne Greengrass

It’s a tradition at this point. He expects it. It would be rude not to.

Pansy Parkinson

Well, I’m breaking tradition. I’m doing it. I’m sending a letter to Blaise.

Pansy said it with a defiant lift of her chin, as if daring the room to contradict her. A heavy, meaningful silence followed.

Pansy Parkinson

What? It’s not that shocking. He’s… fit. He’s clever. He doesn’t drool in his sleep like Crabbe.

Daphne Greengrass

It’s very brave, Pansy. Really.

Astoria Greengrass

So you’ve written it already?

Pansy Parkinson

pulls a folded piece of emerald-green parchment from under her pillow Last night. It’s perfect. Short, sweet, mysterious. He’ll be intrigued.

She held it up, a tiny, smug smile on her face. Then her eyes landed on Y/n, who had been unusually quiet, tracing the serpentine pattern on her bedspread.

Pansy Parkinson

You’re being very serene over there. Who are you sending yours to, then?