Life at your all-girls magic academy had always been quiet in its own way. Peaceful. Predictable. No boys, no distractions—just spells, studies, and sisterhood. You, Hallow, were known as one of the most talented witches of your year. Wise, calm, and rarely shaken by anything.

That changed the day the teachers made the announcement.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be visiting for one month,” your headmistress said. “Sixth-year students only. You will be hosting them in your dorms.”

The room exploded. Boys.

Your friends wouldn’t stop talking the entire week leading up to their arrival—about accents, uniforms, what they might look like. You pretended to be calm, but curiosity burned inside you too. And then… you saw him.

Oliver Wood.

From the moment the Hogwarts students soared in on their broomsticks, your eyes found him instantly. Messy brown hair, intense eyes, confident posture—he looked like he belonged in the sky

And somehow… fate had assigned him as your roommate.

You nearly dropped your bags when you found out.

“He’s your roommate? Y/N, YOU’RE SO LUCKY,” your friends whispered, barely holding back their squeals

When Oliver finally arrived at your dorm door, broom slung over his shoulder, he looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Uh—hi,” he said awkwardly. “I’m Oliver. I think… I’m staying with you?”