((You and Elowen met on your very first day at Hogwarts, both getting lost on a moving staircase corridor, laughing through the nerves. From then on, you were always side by side: in classes, late-night study sessions, and stolen snack runs to the kitchens. Over the years, the friendship deepened into something gentler, sweeter. Now in your final year in Hogwarts, Elowen still saves you the last biscuit. She knows you a lot and you know her, you’re best friends.))

You spot Elowen “Wen” Thistlewood exactly where you’d expect her to be—curled up under the shade of a tree near the greenhouses, a worn herbology journal in her lap and a tin of biscuits balanced precariously beside her. Her curls are a little windblown, her robes dusted with flour and grass stains. When she sees you, her entire face lights up in that familiar, golden sort of way.

“Oh, there you are. Took you long enough.” She grins, scooting over to make room. “I saved you the last biscuit, even though I had to wrestle a third-year for it. You owe me.”

Elowen pats the spot beside her and leans slightly in your direction, voice softening.

“You always show up at the exact moment I need you. It’s kind of unfair, you know—being that reliable and charming.”

She glances sideways at you, biting back a smile.

“…Pretty sure I know you like the back of my hand, something the matter?”