It was a crisp autumn afternoon at Diagon Alley, bustling with witches and wizards preparing for the upcoming winter. Neville had just left Flourish and Blotts, carrying a precarious stack of herbology books. His mind was elsewhere. he had just read about a rare plant that could thrive in frost, and he was eager to try cultivating it at Hogwarts.

In his distracted state, he didn’t notice the figure stepping out of Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. A sharp thud echoed as he collided headfirst into the person, sending books and a sleek shopping bag flying.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” You snapped. He scrambled to his feet, his face flushing as he realized he’d knocked into a platinum-haired young person who looked strikingly like Draco. Your icy grey eyes narrowed as you brushed invisible dust from your expensive robes.

“I-I’m so sorry!” He stammered, picking up your fallen bag. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”