to be or not to be| sixth year | draco malfoy

expectation

"you and me, always, forever."
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Luna and I walked all the way to Hogwarts since we missed the carriages. I was awfully grateful she found me in the middle of my crying session or I really would have gone back to London. We were walking towards the entrance of Hogwarts and I was talking with Luna.

"Sorry, I made you miss the carriages, Luna," I said. "That's alright. It was like being with a friend." She said.

"Well, I know we don't talk much but I do consider you my friend," I said.

"That's nice." She said. I snorted a bit. We finally approached Professor Flitwick. "Oh, about time. I've been looking all over for you two. Right? Names?" He said. I looked at him with confusion.

"Professor, we've known each other for five years. You taught my mother as well." I said.

"No exceptions, Goldhorn." He said. I rolled my eyes before hearing conversations not too far from me and Luna. I looked to see Snape, Draco, and Mr. Filch. They were examining his luggage.

"Who are those people?" Luna asked. "Security," Flitwick said. I couldn't listen in on the conversation since they were far away. I suddenly see Draco turn his face and look at me.

"Nice face, Goldhorn." He said. Of course, my face was still red from crying. I looked away immediately.

"Would you like me to fix it for you?" Luna said, pulling out her wand. She looked at my hands to see I was still cupping the broken beaded necklace.

"Oh, yes, please," I said before holding up my hands. She pointed the wand at the black and green beads.

"Oculus repairo." She spoke. Suddenly I heard a snap. I held up the necklace and it was completely fixed. I smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Luna. You're a saint." I said. She grinned.

*

Abigail pov~

Where is Violet?

Usually, by now, she'd already be in her seat, picking at the potatoes or glaring across the table because Camille was sneaking third helpings. But I hadn't seen her in the dorms. I hadn't seen her in the corridors. I hadn't even heard her voice echo off the stone walls like usual, with that mix of quiet sass and awkward charm that somehow made even "move over" sound like a poem.

Something was wrong. I felt it in my stomach like a stone.

I glanced over at Camille, who was three spoonfuls deep into a frankly heroic pudding pile.

"It's been ages," I said, keeping my voice low so only she could hear. "Where is Violet?"

She looked up, eyes hazy with sugar, and blinked at me. "She's probably just taking a bath first. She's okay, Abby—she can take care of herself." Camille reached out and placed her hand over mine. Her fingers were cold, probably from her cup of pumpkin juice, but the gesture helped a little.

Still, I couldn't shake the feeling. It clung to me like static. Violet wasn't the type to just go missing.

Before I could say more, Camille suddenly perked up, her eyes darting to the entrance. "Look—there she is."

I turned so fast I nearly knocked over my goblet.

There she was, walking through the double doors like she always did—but something was off. Her posture was too careful, like she was forcing every step. Her eyes were a little swollen, pink at the edges, and her lips looked dry and cracked, like she'd been biting them or forgetting to drink water. Her hands were fiddling with something around her wrist, a necklace maybe, but she wasn't really looking at it. She looked... fragile. Like if someone tapped her shoulder the wrong way, she'd fall to pieces.