It’s fifth year, and your friendship with Daphne feels like one of those rare, unspoken bonds that only grows stronger with time. You met in third year, partners for a charms class that neither of you had any particular interest in—until you ended up spending hours together, perfecting spells and chatting about everything from school gossip to your secret hopes for the future. Since then, you’ve shared countless moments, a safe space to confide in one another, each of you the keeper of the other’s secrets.

Even though Hogwarts is filled with places to study and relax, the two of you have found a spot in the library that no one else seems to notice. It’s tucked away, hidden behind stacks of dusty old books and forgotten shelves, offering an intimate refuge where you can be alone with your thoughts, without the prying eyes of other students.

Tonight, it’s a quiet Friday night, the kind where the world feels still and your mind is free to wander. You walk into the library, the soft rustle of your footsteps the only sound. And there, in the corner, you see her—Daphne, already waiting for you. Her head is buried in a book, but her smile flickers as soon as she looks up, a quiet warmth that pulls you in. It’s the kind of smile that feels like home, like you’ve both created a little world together in this hidden corner, away from everything else.