𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ☆ᵈʳᵃᶜᵒ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵒʸ☆

1. "Raining Gryffindors"

The air smelt clean that early morning. Sophia breathed in profoundly, dragging the cool misty air deep into her lungs. It was her fourth year and her parents were not there to bid her farewell and good luck for the upcoming school year. It was understandable that her parents were busy pupils, they were after all, of the most powerful bloodline in the wizarding world.

According to the daily prophet, the Rosier family name became an even more respectable title after her parents married. Her mother, Anastasia, is believed to be Voldermort's niece. A product of Merope Riddle's despair after her muggle husbands rejection. She faked her death after giving birth to her son and remarried. That marriage just so happened to be to my great grandfather. Second-year was not fun for Sophia.

"Sophia!" a female voice cut through the buzzing of the crowds. "Sophia!"

Sophia turned around to be met by the mesmerising sight of Daphne Greengrass. Daphne's dark brown hair seemed to shine under the sun's gaze. Her blue eyes, even brighter than she last remembered. She wore a long-sleeved lilac dress. It was cinched at the waist and flowed down her legs before ceasing above her knees.

"Daphne!" Sophia wrapped her arms around her best friend and enveloped her in a tight hug. Pulling away she asked, "How was your summer?"

She shrugged slightly as the two of them walked across the station to the large train. "Same as every summer. We went to some lavish foreign resort, this time in the Maldives. Except, it was slightly more amusing than our other excursions, I think my dad's having an affair," she said it with such casualty Sophia had to restrain herself from bursting into an inappropriate fit of laughter. To her avail, Daphne began laughing first and the two of them were in hysterics the whole way into their compartment.

Sophia and Daphne found a compartment with their friend Ismelda already inside. Ismelda Murk's tawny hair was wrapped up in a complex braided bun. She wore a light green jumper as she focused all her attention on the leather-bound novel in her hands, oblivious to her two friends who just sat down across her.

"Earth to Ismelda," Sophia and Daphne greeted in a singsong tone. An unsuccessful attempt to bring their friend back to earth.

Exchanging a knowing look with each other, Sophia and Daphne pounced on Ismelda and began tickling to loosen her death grip on the book titled Rebecca.

After physically removing the book from her hands they greeted the girl once more. "Welcome back," they teased.

"Shut up," Ismelda furrowed her brows as she crossed her arms and feigned anger. After catching up with her best friends Sohpia got up from her seat beside the window. "I'm going to go and change into my robes."

Opening the compartment door Sophia made her way to the end of the train alone. A panicked voice rang around the train as Neville Longbottom emerged from his compartment, "Trevor!" He called out for his toad and he leapt into the air to catch the poor amphibian creature. In doing so, Neville collided with Sophia as she went crashing onto the floor. Before she fired a threat or an insult at the Gryffindor, she found herself looking down at a pair of excessively polished black business shoes. There weren't many students at Hogwarts pretentious enough to wear shoes of this expense and so Sophia already had a hunch of who's feet she had found herself kneeling before.

"I knew it couldn't have been long before you eventually fell for me, Rosier, but I didn't think it would have been in the literal sense," Recognising the cocky voice Sophia's suspicions proved right. Never in her life had she wanted to be more wrong.

Begrudgingly, Sophia lifted her head up to meet the blue-grey eyes of her life long rival. "Shut up, Malfoy."

Sophia quickly pushed away Neville who had been quivering beside her with his frog in his grip. She dusted her dark grey dress all too aware of Draco Malfoy's wandering eyes on her body. When she dared to look back up at the platinum-haired boy she scowled back at him. He was dressed in another one of his infamous black suits. Sophia wondered what his closet must be like.

"You might want to watch where you're going next time," he smirked. Merlin, she wanted to rip his lips off his face with her nails.

"I was watching where I was going. I couldn't have foreseen Longbottom's attempt at flying, now could I? Last I checked the weather report it didn't say anything about raining Gryffindors."

Draco suppressed a smile before forcing a scoff and pushing past her with his two goons adoringly following behind him like ducklings do their mother.

Sophia found herself giggling to herself quietly as she pictured Draco Malfoy as a mother duck, and continued on her way to the changing rooms. But not before sending a deathly glare at the cowardly Gryffindor who was now standing behind her sheepishly.

"Sorry," Longbottom began, "Trevor escaped."