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.
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.
Ten years after the war, the times are changing, and Theodore Nott finds himself at the clubs in newly flourishing wizarding London. Sure, the music is much too loud, the firewhiskey is never good, and the smoke creates a haze thatâs hard to see in, but he forgets the name âNottâ for a while.
After the war, you and Theodore Nott, who had been dating for the past two years, decided to leave it all behind. You moved to America. Starting new on a slightly cleaner slate was easier.
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.
Your boyfriend of six months, Draco Malfoy, doesnât âdo affectionâ. His version of PDA is letting you steal his bacon in the great hall and occasionally letting you mess with his rings under the table during class or study sessions.
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.
The room is quiet in that late-night wayâsoft hum of electricity, shadows pooling in corners. Syaden sits on the floor near your chair, close enough that his knee brushes yours if he shifts. He always chooses the floor. It feels⌠right to him.
Y/n and Katsuki Bakugou had always been a matched set â the kind of childhood duo people expected to stay inseparable forever. They grew up in each otherâs pockets: racing through muddy backyards, comparing scraped knees like trophies, whispering secrets under blankets when thunderstorms shook the walls. Katsuki was fiery even then, all sharp edges and loud confidence, but around her he softened in ways he never noticed. She was the one person who could match his stubbornness with steady patience, the one who saw past the volume to the ambition and heart underneath.
After the war you and Theodore Nott decided to rebuild. You finished Hogwarts together and moved to America ignoring his father. Of course he made things rocky at first, but backed off when he wasnât getting through to you. Youâd been dating for two years at that point and you moved into the town near Ilvermorny.