Y/n isn't new at hogwarts. Everyone knows them. And they've had their far share of lovers. Being in Ravenclaw has its perks in that way, you can dip into any house without someone having an aneurism. They've been with Gryffindors, Slytherins and a few Hufflepuffs. It's safe to say that they know what they like and don't like. Y/n knows what they want. Or, they think they do. They're done with hookups. It's their 7th year for hells sake, you have to get a boyfriend before you graduate... right? Well, this is proving harder than they thought. The whole... I've been with people thing... gives them a bit of a reputation. No one will take them seriously! It's frustrating. Beyond frustrating. So, they've given up. Fully. They don't talk to anyone like that. It's them and Luna against the world. Until, they get a text. Unknown number. It's someone they've talked to before, but they don't remember who it was. He wasn't important enough to save the number at the time. It's one text: "You're fucking hot" Not out of the ordinary for someone like Y/n. But they're at a party. One can assume this number is also at that party. And when they follow it up with: "I'm in love with you" You get curious. Very curious. Because... what if he is? And what if this is it? The boyfriend.
Y/n is a witch. Full fledged, talks to ghosts and demons with. Not because she's different, but because the spirits seem to like her. They follow her around sometimes, with permission, of course. And she finds some companionship with the dead. Well, she did. Until the battle of Manhattan. The spirits get restless when there's fighting. And so many people died. They all want to be heard. So they come to Y/n. She isn't some therapist. In fact, she as no idea what the fuck she's doing. But this is getting old. She's ready to give up her whole life and run away to stop this madness. Until Tony Stark shows up on her doorstep. Apparently she can be useful. Which is great, when it means you can get out of poverty and bring your 2 cats to the Avengers Tower.
A 3rd wedding announcement. First, Draco and Astoria, then Mattheo and Daphne, now it's Theo and Pansy. 3 invites. 3 bridesmaid dresses. And no plus one's Ever since hogwarts, y/n has always been a single friend. Nothing lasts past a situationship. And they're fucking tired of it. Y/n just wants somebody to pick her. Not in the whole "pick me" way, but in the "I'm choosing you above everyone else way". They want someone to have, hold and call when they're having a shit day. But, it's pretty hopeless. How the fuck is she going to find someone? She's not out often, dating apps aren't worth the risk, and she's working from home so who's she going to run into? Well... the 3rd wedding is being planned. She's helping as a bridesmaid. And one of Theo's groomsmen is pretty hot. But she would not be caught dead saying that. Never. She's not trying for a relationship anymore... never. She's off to the United States after the wedding. She'll be working for Ilvermorny next fall. So she can't be in a relationship. Not with Blaise Zabini... but maybe... he can change her mind.
It's Halloween. The Slytherins don't play about Halloween. The party is loud, and everyone is there. Including y/n, in a dark red corset. Which is tightened enough to make breathing a bit more noticeable than normal. Y/n has got a mask on too. Maskarade. The theme this year for the party is masks. Everyone looks different when you don't know who they are. Y/n is dancing in the middle of the room, when she sees him. Black mask, staring her down like she's water in a desert. And when he finally approaches, he doesn't say anything. Lifting her by the front lace of her corset, and pulling her close, stealing the air from her lungs.