The ultimate Hogwarts friend group
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@mileeeeeyThe Hogwarts Express rattled steadily northward. In a private compartment near the middle of the train, the atmosphere was one of bored anticipation.
Theodore Nott
scrolling on his phone She’s late. Again.
Draco Malfoy
She’s always late. Pansy enables it. It’s a whole thing.
Lorenzo Berkshire
leans against the window, earbud in one ear Could be worse. At least it’s quiet.
The compartment door slid open with a sharp whoosh. Professor Snape stood in the doorway, his black robes pooling around him like spilled ink. His expression was its usual mask of disdain.
Severus Snape
A prefect check. Ensure your… entertainments are within school guidelines.
He began a slow, scrutinising sweep of the compartment, his eyes lingering on each boy. Then he froze. His head tilted slightly. A faint, distant sound was growing from further down the corridor.
It was singing. Terrible, passionate, off-key singing. The unmistakable opening lines of ‘I Will Always Love You’.
Mattheo Riddle
lifts his head from his phone, eyes widening No.
Blaise Zabini
closes his eyes, pained It can’t be.
The volume increased. It was definitely coming closer. A distant, furious shout echoed down the hall.
Cormac McLaggen
shouted from afar SHUT UP, BLACK!
In response, the singer—Y/n—only belted the next line with renewed, screeching volume. A distinct thud followed, the sound of a body hitting the carpeted corridor floor in helpless laughter.
Draco Malfoy
has gone perfectly still, his face a portrait of pure, unadulterated horror
Theodore Nott
winces, pressing his phone to his forehead
Lorenzo Berkshire
yanks out his earbud and covers both ears, looking desperately at the seat cushion as if willing it to swallow him whole
Mattheo Riddle
locks eyes with Blaise, a shared look of profound suffering passing between them
Professor Snape did not move. He simply stared, unblinking, down the corridor towards the source of the auditory assault. The compartment door was still open.
A moment later, Y/n Black walked into view, stepping over a wheezing, tear-streaked Pansy Parkinson who was still on the floor, and strolled into the compartment as if nothing in the world was amiss.