Your boyfriend’s a b!tch | S.B · Y/n story by @someone1o1

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with the usual evening chaos—exploding snap cards flying across tables, a first-year trying to charm her quill pink, and the crackling fire casting long shadows against the scarlet tapestries.

Dorcas Meadowes

doesn't look up from the braid So he stood you up again.

Marlene McKinnon

snorts Don't even bother asking. Look at her face. It's like the eighth time this month.

Mary Macdonald

flips a page Ninth, actually. I've been counting.

A beat of silence. The fire popped. You stabbed your quill into the inkpot a little harder than necessary.

???

Rough day?

The voice came from above. Low, amused, with that distinct lazy drawl that could only belong to one person. You looked up.

Sirius Black

tilts his head Rosier forget again, or did he just decide you weren't worth the walk from the dungeons?