_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ It was practically written in the stars, illuminated by the light of the moon. Both Y/N Sterling and Harry Potter felt like it was a never-ending pining. It was a fleeting feeling, seeing the other smile at them across the room. The...
The storm had blown itself out by the next morning, but the sky remained a dull, gloomy, pewter-grey as Y/N, Harry, Ron and Hermione examined their new timetables at breakfast. Near them sat Fred, George, and their good friend Lee Jordan, who Y/N absolutely loved, since he joined in on their pranks very often.
"Today's not bad, outside all morning," Ron said. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs-"
Y/N groaned, "I fuckin' hate Herbology!" she whined. "Every time I touch a plant it practically withers away."
"-And Care of Magical Creatures...damn it, we're still with the Slytherins."
Hermione scoffed, "Y/N, you just need to actually pay attention to your plants. Remember second year where you let a Mandrake slip and Neville spent a week in the Hospital Wing?"
"That wasn't my fault..." Y/N mumbled. "I said sorry..."
"Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned. "The old bat'll probably have us looking at the clouds, or something."
Buttering herself some toast, almost getting the sleeves of her robes in her goblet of orange juice, Y/N said, "Well, you should've given it up like Herms and I."
"You actually followed my footsteps," Hermione grinned, nudging her.
Hermione took a bite of her pancakes, leading Ron to ask, "I see you're eating again," with a raised brow, referencing how she hadn't had a bite of food last night because of Elf Rights.
"I've decided there are better ways to make a stand about Elf Rights," Hermione replied haughtily.
"Yeah," Ron grinned. "And you were hungry."
There was a sudden rustling of noise above them. Hoards of owls came swooping into the hall, landing in front of their owners. Bandit came to Y/N, letter clutched in his beak. She took it gratefully, letting the bird poke his beak into her goblet of orange juice. She'd just get a new one.
Harry had his brows furrowed, which he did when he was confused or overthinking. She'd spent enough time looking at his face to know. He was probably thinking about his letter to Sirius, to which he hadn't gotten a response.
Bandit flew off after giving Y/N a nip on the finger. Carefully, Y/N unwrapped the letter, coming face to face with Remus' handwriting.
"Hey, Kid,
I sorta missed you, so I decided to send a letter. I didn't really think about what it would entail, but here I am.
I know you know about the Triwizard Tournament happening. I wonder who made you do all that research...
