Under Everyone’s Spell · Y/n story by @abbyesp99

Platform 9¾ was chaos, but the good kind. Families hugged, trunks wobbled, owls hooted from cages, and steam curled up into the September grey. Y/N stepped off the platform entrance, trunk rolling behind her, hair falling in soft waves she hadn’t bothered to fuss with this morning—and somehow that made it look better.

???

from behind, low and amused Bloody hell.

She turned. It was George Weasley, leaning against the brick archway with his arms crossed, red hair catching the light, a slow grin spreading across his face.

George Weasley

tilting his head Well, well, well. Who let you out of the house looking like that?

Fred Weasley

appearing beside him, nudging George hard Don’t be thick, it’s obviously Y/N. his eyes sweep her once, twice Just… different, is all.

George Weasley

still grinning Different. Sure. That’s the word.

Before Y/N could answer, someone else called her name from farther down the platform—higher, sharper, familiar.

???

Y/N! Y/N, over here!

Daphne Greengrass was waving near the train doors, blonde hair sleek, looking immaculate as ever. Beside her, Pansy Parkinson was mid-sentence, trailing off as she caught sight of Y/N walking over. Her eyebrows rose—just slightly, but enough

Pansy Parkinson

slowly Merlin’s beard.

Daphne Greengrass

blinking What… happened to you?

Pansy Parkinson

quickly What she means is, you look good. a pause Really good. another pause, almost annoyed Like, annoyingly good.

Daphne Greengrass

elbowing Pansy lightly She means we approve. Get on the train before you cause a stampede.

Behind them, from the train entrance, came a low whistle. Y/N glanced over. A Slytherin boy—tall, dark-haired, smirking—leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Theodore Nott

head tilted Fifth year’s looking up already.