Angel of spring ✩ HP

𝚈𝟹 ࿐ 𝙶𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ - 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

Draco rolls his eyes, scoffing dismissively. "Dementors are such rubbish." he declares, attempting to appear nonchalant in front of the eldest Nott, while their younger sisters walked alongside them towards the castle.

"You were practically in tears, you idiot." Angel interjects.

They've just disembarked from the Hogwarts express, but the journey has been anything but ordinary. The two Notts and the two Malfoys had been sharing a compartment—arranged by their parents—though it was fine for them, given that Angel and Kate are best friends, and the two boys get on well enough.

This summer, they have spent most of their time together, aware that there's a reason for it, though none of them has bothered to delve too deeply into it.

Back to the starting topic, the train. It stopped abruptly when they had not yet reached Hogwarts, plunging the compartment into an eerie silence. The coldness, freezing the windows, enveloped them all, leaving them speachless. It soon became clear that dementors were the cause. The encounter with the dark, hooded creatures —known for draining happiness from those around them, often leaving their victims with a chilling sense of despair— has been far from pleasant, but Draco, as always, insists on maintaining his facade of bravery, even though moments earlier, he was cowering at the far end of the compartment, pleading his sister to get rid of the dementor.

"I was not." he retorts, though unconvincingly.

"Yes, you were." Kate chimes in, while Angel and Theodore exchange amused glances, suppressing their laughter.

"Stop talking rubb—" Draco's protest is cut short by the arrival of Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco! Nott!" Pansy calls out, completely ignoring the girls beside them. "Did you hear about Potter?" She giggles along with the other Slytherin girls gathered around her.

Angel doesn't particularly dislike Pansy Parkinson, but finds her rather tiresome, a girl who practically begs to be noticed by boys—a 'choose me' 'pick me' 'love me' girl, you could say—, though tolerable, is certainly not a close friend. They coexist peacefully, having shared a room for two years without major conflicts.

"No," Draco responds with interest. "Did he wet himself?" He laughs at the thought, causing Angel to roll her eyes—especially considering that he had nearly done the same.

"Probably that too," a random girl comments before Pansy answers.

"He fainted." The girls all burst into laughter.

"Oh, come on. Is that any of your concern?" Angel tries to hush them, weary of the constant ridicule aimed at Harry Potter, particularly by students from her own house. But her words fall on deaf ears.

Angel isn't particularly friends with Harry, but she doesn't despise him either. Poor boy is merely trying to have a normal year at Hogwarts, but fame clearly has its drawbacks. She had spent the entire summer break between her first and second years at Hogwarts enduring her brother's endless rants about Harry Potter—every single day.

Draco is usually relentless in his criticism of the boy, insisting that Harry is merely seeking attention. Their father, ever the ally to Draco's grievances, only serves to fuel his animosity, much to Angel's growing frustration.

That summer, Draco had been full of praise for Potter, before their first year he was always like: 'oh, Harry Potter is the best, i'm going to be his best friend forever'. Yet, as soon as they arrived at Hogwarts, his tune had changed completely. And so Draco was all: 'Harry Potter is the worst, I don't want to see his ugly scar ever again. He's just getting involved into all this bullshit for attention'