Passing notes · Y/n story by @frannierosier

The Binns’ classroom was a haze of dusty air and droning voices. Sunlight filtered weakly through the high, grimy windows, illuminating the motes floating lazily above rows of worn wooden desks.

Daphne Greengrass

a sharp whisper Psst. Passe-le à Pansy. (Pass it to Pansy.)

Pansy Parkinson

unfolds it, scans it, smirks Il est un connard mais mignon. (He’s a git but cute.)

Aurelia Rosier

snickers quietly behind her hand Qui? (Who?)

The parchment moved again, trailing painted fingernails and hushed giggles. Binns didn’t seem to notice — or care. His voice rambled on about giant wars.

Aurelia Rosier

scribbles quickly, pushes it toward Y/n Et toi, Y/n? T’en penses quoi? (And you, Y/n? What do you think?)

The note landed half on your textbook, half on the desk. The girls were watching you from the corner of their eyes, waiting.