thorns or roses? | T.N · Y/n story by @secretsun

the hogwarts express is chugging along, doing its best impression of a metal snake with a caffeine addiction. your compartment is, as per usual, pure chaos.

pansy parkinson

dramatically applying lipstick using a compact mirror i heard millicent bulstrode tried to curse her own bangs off over the summer. tragic.

blaise zabini

she looked better before.

daphne greengrass

that’s so mean, blaise.

astoria greengrass

it’s also true.

lorenzo berkshire

stealing a chocolate frog from mattheo’s pile can we talk about something that matters? like quidditch? or my new watch?

mattheo riddle

slapping lorenzo’s hand away touch my snacks again and i’ll vanish your eyebrows, berk.

draco malfoy

staring out the window looking profoundly bored this is all incredibly pedestrian.

and then the compartment door slides open. speak of the devil and he shall appear, with a tall, blonde accessory in tow.

theodore nott

hey. every other compartment is full.

amelie warren

with a voice like a hyperactive bell hi, everyone! wow, what a cozy little group! mind if we squeeze in? theo said you wouldn’t mind!

she doesn’t wait for an answer. she just glides in, all five-foot-eleven of her, practically glowing. theo follows, his eyes doing a quick, awkward sweep of the room that definitely does not linger on you for a split second too long. awkward.