operation true love 𓏲𝄢 t.n. · Y/n story by @jellyfishlvr

The Great Hall buzzed with its usual dinner chaos—the clatter of plates, overlapping conversations, the occasional screech from the owlery as letters and packages dropped from above.

Theodore Nott

glancing over Who's writing you? Thought your mum was on that work trip in Paris.

Across the table, you saw it at the same time Draco did. Another barn owl. Another emerald-ribboned envelope. He caught your eye.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning Oi, you two get the same owl order or something? Matching stationery?

Draco Malfoy

already standing, letter unopened in his hand Something like that.

He didn't wait for an answer, just turned and walked out of the Great Hall, shoulders tense.

Pansy Parkinson

frowning after him What's his problem?

Astoria Greengrass

watching you with curious eyes Are you not going to read yours?

The envelope felt heavy in your hands. Your name was written in your mother's looping script.