only a handful of 8th years came back after the war so everyone got to choose their roommate but as Hogwarts resident haunted girl of course you were the last picked. you just weren't expecting to be the last picked by our childhood crush.
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When your aunt Minerva McGonagall had told you that only a handful of 8th years would come back from the war you thought she meant like half your year. You realized you were very wrong when only 12 people had walked into the great hall with you. Because of the events of the war interrupting your lovely 6th and 7th years, McGonagal initiated the 8th-year system for all of the 7th years affected by the war. For this year all previous 7th years would be invited back to complete their Hogwarts education, they'd stay in their separate tower and bond with the other 8th years around them. Hypothetically this was a great idea., for the kids who had friends. You, Y/n McGonagal, had two friends. Neville Longbottom (your best friend's fiancee) and Luna Lovegood (your best friend) neither of whom were returning for their 8th year.
The feast came to an end as did your thoughts about the minimal amount of 8th years there were and all the students rose to go to their dorms. As 8th year prefect you were at the front of the group leading your 14 peers to the tower that you would share. You walked quickly ahead of the group so you didn't have to stop and make small talk with anyone. Not that anyone would have tried anyway. You thought that maybe this was the year you'd make some friends but from the other end of the 8th year table you could hear Hermione Granger and her two merry idiots grumbling about the haunted freak during the feast. When the group finally made it to the tower door you stopped to show them how to use it and since you lived with your aunt at Hogwarts you came up with the password and designed the common room. You hoped that this would help aid your quest for friends but at this point, there was only one way to find out so stopping carefully you turned towards your peers and cleared your throat.
"H-hi hi I'm Y/n McGonagal and I will be your 8th-year prefect. I'm sure McGonagal has alerted you that since we are 8th years she would like us to have more freedom and she has given us our tower-" You babbled in your thick Irish accent hoping people could still understand you through the stuttering. Suddenly you were interrupted by a deep voice in the back that you could recognize anywhere.
"Do we have assigned dorm mates?" Theo Nott. The boy you had been pining over since the 1st year when he helped you get your luggage up on the train. You had been so scared and so alone and he helped you without hesitation. Your childhood crush had just interrupted you. You didn't know whether to scream or cry. Or both.
