Wandless magic D.M. · Y/n story by @SelinePrince

The Great Hall at Hogwarts was, as usual, a symphony of controlled chaos. Tonight’s special was some kind of dubious meat pie, which explained why the Slytherin table was slightly more focused on gossip than gastronomy.

Pansy Parkinson

So I told her, if you’re going to wear that shade of mauve to a Hogsmeade weekend, you might as well just hex yourself and save us all the trouble.

Daphne Greengrass

Harsh. Accurate, but harsh.

Theodore Nott

stirring his pumpkin juice with an air of profound boredom The real crime is Macmillan’s new haircut. It looks like a Kneazle sat on his head and then regretted it.

A pea flew from further down the table, bouncing off Nott’s shoulder. He didn’t even flinch.

Blaise Zabini

Your commentary lacks artistry, Nott. It’s all critique, no constructive feedback.

Pansy Parkinson

Since when are you the arbiter of constructive feedback, Zabini? The only thing you’ve constructed all term is that tower of excuses for not finishing your Potions essay.

Y/n’s spot at the table was a small island of relative calm, if you ignored the simmering pot of teenage drama on all sides. The seat to their left, however, was conspicuously empty.