She won’t leave me alone · Y/n story by @francescaxx

The Great Hall hummed with the usual din of dinner—floating candles, clattering plates, and the low murmur of hundreds of conversations.

Theodore Nott

nudging your arm Pass the potatoes, will you?

A sharp laugh cut through the noise from somewhere down the Gryffindor table. Then another. High, deliberate, designed to carry.

Lydia Rosewood

loudly, to her tablemates Oh my god, did you see what she's wearing? It's like she raided her grandmother's wardrobe. I mean, who even wears that much velvet to dinner?

A few Gryffindors snickered. Lydia Rosewood tossed her hair, grinning as her two friends exchanged amused glances.

Mattheo Riddle

low, dangerous Someone ought to shut her up.

Pansy Parkinson

scoffing She's not wrong though. That dress is hideous.

Lorenzo Berkshire

flat Doesn't mean you say it loud enough for the whole Hall to hear.

At the Gryffindor table, Lydia Rosewood tilted her head, surveying her work with a satisfied smile.