who are you? - m.r · Y/n story by @aria

The Slytherin common room hums with low chatter and the crackle of the green fire in the hearth. But up in the sixth-year girls' dorms, it's quiet. Just the soft golden glow of a bedside lamp, the scratch of quills echoing from Daphne's corner, and the distant sound of Pansy humming along to something through her headphones.

Pansy Parkinson

pulling off her headphones, frowning That just... slid under the door?

Daphne Greengrass

looking up from her Transfiguration essay Bit late for owl post.

The parchment sits there, stark against the stone floor. Cream-coloured, folded once. No wax seal. No name.

Pansy Parkinson

It's for you. Weird as hell, but go off.

The paper is soft under Y/n's fingers. Just one line.