The Clique | D.M · Y/n story by @RvnBlck

The Great Hall stretched before you, a sea of black robes and flickering candlelight. The ceiling mirrored the twilight sky outside, a deep purple streaked with the last orange of sunset.

???

from somewhere in the crowd Is that them? The one from Ilvermorny?

You spotted an empty space near the middle of the long, green-draped table. As you moved toward it, a cluster of students parted, and you found yourself face-to-face with a familiar sharp smile.

Pansy Parkinson

Well, well. Look what the hippogriff dragged in.

She leaned back, arms crossed, her dark eyes glittering with amusement. Beside her, two blonde girls watched you with matching expressions of cool curiosity.

Pansy Parkinson

I heard you were coming. Didn't believe it.

She tilted her head, letting the silence stretch just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Pansy Parkinson

Lost, Y/n? Or did you actually manage to get sorted into the right house for once?