His Girls · Y/n story by @gaunt

Okay, so. Hogwarts. First breakfast. You’re new. You’re trying to be chill. You’ve got a plan: eat, observe, don’t make eye contact, survive until you figure out which staircase leads to your doom. Classic strategy. The Great Hall is doing its usual thing—enchanted ceiling pretending to be a nice sky, plates magically refilling with enough bacon to clog a dragon’s artery, and approximately seven hundred teenagers talking at a volume usually reserved for Quidditch riots. You navigate toward the Slytherin table like a socially anxious submarine trying to avoid sonar.

Pansy Parkinson

leaning across the table to Daphne Greengrass Is that her? The transfer? She looks… normal. Is that allowed?

Daphne Greengrass

sips pumpkin juice elegantly Don’t be rude, Pansy. She looks perfectly adequate.

Pansy Parkinson

Adequate? Darling, in this house, ‘adequate’ is an insult. She’s giving… determined wallflower. I respect the hustle.

You find a spot at the end of the bench, far from the drama. You’re about to reach for a toast when you feel it. A weight. On your foot. Not a dropped book. Not a clumsy first-year. A cat. A sleek, silver-black Doll-face Persian with eyes like polished daggers. She’s just… sitting on your foot. Staring up at you. Not begging. Not asking. Informing. She has claimed this foot. This is her foot now. You are merely its temporary guardian.

Theodore Nott

muttering to Mattheo Riddle, not looking up from his eggs Did Odessa just…?

Mattheo Riddle

a slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face Oh, she did. She absolutely did.

Pansy Parkinson

clutching Daphne’s arm No. No way. Odessa doesn’t do that. Odessa doesn’t like people. Odessa tolerates Malfoy on a good day. She’s literally sitting in her lap.

Aurelia Greengrass

watching with cold, calculating blue eyes Interesting.

Draco Malfoy very slowly sets his fork down. He doesn’t look at anyone. He just stares at Odessa purring in your lap, then his gaze lifts to you. It’s intense. Assessing. As if he’s trying to solve a complex Arithmancy equation that just walked in and stole his familiar. He doesn’t say a word.