It’s October 7th — a year since Pansy Parkinson nervously asked you out with Astoria’s help. Now, in your fifth year, you and Pansy hide from the snow in the Three Broomsticks, sharing butterbeer, laughter, and quiet love. Between teasing smiles and soft whispers, she leans in close, lips brushing your ear, and says, “Happy anniversary, my beautiful girl.” ( check edit story for full summary)