Suspiciously delicious biscuits · Y/n story by @frannierosier

The Great Hall was a sea of floating candles and chattering students, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a starlit sky.

Pansy Parkinson

grinning Feeling alright? You look a bit... pink.

Before Y/n could answer, a tray of biscuits floated down the table—fresh from the house-elves, still warm.

Daphne Greengrass

snorts Those the ones with the extra sugar?

Mattheo Riddle

leaning across the table, eyes glittering Wish I'd snagged one. Reckon they've got a kick.

The second biscuit disappeared. Crumbs on her robes.

???

low, from down the table She's staring again.

Theodore Nott was three seats away, talking to Blaise, totally unaware.

Lorenzo Berkshire

snickering under his breath This is going to be good.