room 24C || D.M · Y/n story by @deathlysallows

September 1st. King's Cross Station. The usual chaos—trolleys piled with trunks, owls hooting in cages, parents fussing over ties and hair. And the Hogwarts Express, sleek and scarlet, waiting like it always did.

Pansy Parkinson

appearing beside you suddenly, eyes scanning the crowd There you are. I was starting to think you'd missed the train.

Theodore Nott

ambling over with his trunk, a lazy grin on his face Don't let her fool you. She's been here since eight. Said she wanted to get the best compartment 'before the peasants arrived.'

Pansy Parkinson

scoffs Well, someone had to. You lot would've ended up sitting with first years and their mums.

Theodore Nott

glances at you, amused You ready for this? Big final year. Head girl or not, we're gonna make it count.

The whistle blew in the distance. Students started surging toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Pansy grabbed your arm, pulling you along before you could even answer.