The best year of his life · Y/n story by @calledd

The scarlet steam engine belched thick plumes of grey smoke into the overcast September sky, its whistle cutting through the chatter of students and parents alike on platform nine and three-quarters. The air smelled of soot, sugar quills, and the electric anticipation of a new term.

Theodore Nott

from his corner, a book open on his lap but his eyes fixed on Abraxas Reckon they'll have the Slytherin common room repainted? The last lot of seventh years left some questionable stains on the sofa.

Blaise Zabini

stretching his long legs out across the compartment, a lazy smirk on his face Maybe they'll finally fix the enchanted ceiling in the dungeons. It's been flickering like a dying lumos for three years.

Pansy Parkinson

tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, her eyes lingering on Abraxas a beat too long I heard the new Defence professor is a retired Auror. Apparently, he's absolutely massive.

Tracey Davis

snorting You hear that about every professor. Last year you said the potions substitute was a former hit wizard.

Pansy Parkinson

shrugging, a wry smile on her lips And he did have a suspicious scar. I stand by it.

Astoria Greengrass sat nestled beside Abraxas, her hand resting casually on his knee. The bracelet on her wrist glinted faintly in the dim light of the compartment—a warm, reassuring shimmer that only he would recognize.

Astoria Greengrass

leaning her head against his shoulder We're almost there. Another year. Can you believe it?

Draco Malfoy

from the seat opposite, his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face Last year at Hogwarts. Let's not waste it. There's plenty of unfinished business in that castle.

Draco's gaze flickered to the doorway of the compartment, where the corridor stretched out, empty for now. The train swayed gently, carrying them all forward into the unknown. Abraxas could feel the familiar restless itch under his skin, the kind that had nothing to do with books or classes and everything to do with the girl pressed warm against his side.