treat you better • t.n. · Y/n story by @mrnyaa

The dim glow of a single lamp cast long shadows across the Slytherin girls' dormitory. Fairy lights were strung haphazardly across the ceiling, flickering in soft pastel colors, and the floor was buried under an explosion of blankets, pillows, and scattered snacks.

Pansy Parkinson

I'm bored.

Astoria Greengrass

You've said that four times in the last hour.

Pansy Parkinson

And I'll say it four more times if no one fixes it.

Daphne Greengrass

doesn't look up from her textbook Define fix.

Pansy Parkinson

I don't know, something interesting. Something that's not sitting here watching Y/n stare at the ceiling like she's contemplating the meaning of life.

All three of them turned to look at you, still lying flat on your back on the floor, arms spread out like a starfish.

Pansy Parkinson

See? Completely checked out.