New grads · Y/n story by @Tori

The late June sun hung low over the Wiltshire manor, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. Pansy's graduation party was in full swing—a sea of black robes and bright, drunken faces spilling from the open French doors onto the terrace.

Pansy Parkinson

appearing at your side with a glittering glass in hand, her eyes alight with mischief There you are! I was starting to think you'd apparated straight home like a proper bore.

Her words hang in the air, mingling with the distant laughter and the clinking of glasses. A familiar figure across the lawn lifts his chin in your direction, silver hair catching the golden light.