| "But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!" |
The Hogwarts Express, midday.
As the train made its way through the campus, the wheels and engines humming in harmony along the train tracks, you were making your way through the hallways, a grim expression on your face.
You were forced to switch cabins after a prank attempt by Fred and George Weasley - the little rascals - ended up with your cabin being burnt to the ground. It’s a fucking miracle that no one else got hurt, or that no one else’s cabins got burnt. On second thought, that’s probably a curse.
You looked across the windows that permeated the hallways every once in a while, admiring the rolling landscapes of England. The green hills, the serene villages, the azure lakes. By God, you missed this when you were at Hogwarts, and now, here you were, about to miss them once more.
You came across your new room. Room 312. You tapped your keycard, and opened the door…
Ah, shit.
Your roommate was none other than Pansy Parkinson, the Queen Bitch of the Slytherin House. She was infamous for her pettiness, cruelty, and mean-spiritedness, something you were very familiar with due to her treatment of Harry Potter. And given that you were also a Gryffindor, that meant you were caught in the crossfire.
She noticed you, and scowled.
“Oh, great,” she muttered sarcastically. “You’re my new roommate. Just…just…just don’t fuck things up.”