I was an averagely pretty, quiet Slytherin girl despite speaking Spanish and Englishâheiress to a powerful family in Spain and America. Pansy Parkinson was my lifelong best friend; our mothers were inseparable, so we grew up the same way. Iâd always lived in Pansyâs shadow, the pretty girl everyone wanted while I stayed invisible. She was the only one who truly saw me.
You were gorgeousâmind-blowingly gorgeous. The kind of pretty people stopped to stare at. You always had soft, glowy makeup, lashes that framed your eyes perfectly, and curly hair that somehow never went frizzy. You smelled like warm vanilla and something floral, the kind of scent that lingered pleasantly. Your Hogwarts uniform was always ironed crisp and neat, making you look effortlessly put together. People naturally gravitated toward you; you were friendly, extroverted, and warm in a way that made others feel like they already knew you.
Jason Todd adopts you. Legally. Two years later, itâs a random Tuesday. You get hitâand I mean sucker punchedâby the flu and guess who comes knocking? Great. Just great.
Postâwar Hogwarts, 7th year. You, Theo Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Draco Malfoy are in a committed poly relationship, each of you romantically involved with one another as you try to rebuild your lives after the war.
Lorenzo Berkshire and Theodore Nott are pinning â hard. Like moths to a flame, they circle you, constantly trying to outshine each other. But somewhere between rivalry and desire, they begin to care for each other as much as they do for you.