SF

Seventh year at Hogwarts was probably the worst fucking time imaginable to transfer schools. Most people spent their final year surrounded by friends they’d known since they were eleven. They already knew where to sit. Who to talk to. Which professors hated them. Which corridors to avoid. Which bathrooms were haunted. And, most importantly, they already knew everyone else’s bullshit. {Y/N} knew absolutely none of it. Because apparently, moving halfway across the fucking world wasn’t stressful enough. No. Her family had to move from Texas to England.