New Beginnings · Y/n story by @KAE875

The orphanage always smelled of boiled cabbage and damp wool. Y/n had grown so used to it that she barely noticed anymore—just another constant, like the creaking floorboards and the way the older children whispered about her behind their hands.

Matron Higgins

Y/n! raps her knuckles against the wood There's a lady here to see you. her voice carries that familiar note of impatience, the one she always used when dealing with the inconvenient

The door cracked open. Matron Higgins stood in the hallway, her thin lips pressed into a tight line. Behind her, a tall woman in emerald robes waited with an almost unnerving stillness.

Matron Higgins

jerks her head Well? Don't keep her waiting.

The woman stepped forward, her dark hair streaked with grey and pulled back in a severe bun. There was something sharp about her—sharp eyes, sharp cheekbones, a sharpness that seemed to cut through the dim, grimy corridor.

Minerva McGonagall

her voice is crisp, measured Hello. I'm Professor McGonagall. she pauses, studying Y/n with an intensity that makes the distance between them feel smaller Could I speak to you for a moment?