Hawkins never really felt quiet anymore after everything that had happened. Even when the town looked normal again, something in the air still buzzed like a storm waiting to break.
Hawkins never really felt quiet anymore after everything that had happened. Even when the town looked normal again, something in the air still buzzed like a storm waiting to break.
Derry felt wrong in the quiet.
It was 1993, and the wizarding world felt heavier, like the very air carried the weight of judgment. Loving someone of the same gender wasn’t just frowned upon — it was considered a sin, whispered about in halls, scrawled in old books, and reinforced in every lecture from professors who claimed morality was magic’s foundation.
It was 1993, and the wizarding world felt heavier, like the very air carried the weight of judgment. Loving someone of the same gender wasn’t just frowned upon — it was considered a sin, whispered about in halls, scrawled in old books, and reinforced in every lecture from professors who claimed morality was magic’s foundation.
College was supposed to be freedom.
Everyone thought being the daughter of the king and queen meant a perfect life—golden halls, silk gowns, a smile carved onto her face like a duty. But no one ever saw the truth behind the palace walls.
Everyone thought being the daughter of the king and queen meant a perfect life—golden halls, silk gowns, a smile carved onto her face like a duty. But no one ever saw the truth behind the palace walls.
In Year Four, Draco Malfoy was already known for being silent.
