“What’s got you so distracted?” Pansy asked, tilting her head as she sat down across from you, blocking your view of Luna. At the time, you never imagined regretting it, but now it was the only thing you could think about.Īt breakfast, you gazed over at Luna from your place at the Slytherin table. You threw a glare and a snarky comment her way before snatching the books back up. She had accidentally bumped into you, and in the process, knocked your books to the floor.
Your first encounter with Luna was in your second year. She always held her own, and she was so kind, which was what drew you to her in the first place. Whenever they would pester the blonde girl, it seemed to not phase her. To say it bothered you was an understatement. It’s better to be with them, than against them. You were in that group, but it’s not as if you could say anything about. There was one Ravenclaw girl, a year below you, whom Draco Malfoy and his friends, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, just loved to mess with.
Truly, if you could, you wished to go back in time and convince the sorting hat that you did not belong in the house of Salazar Slytherin. At times, it was an advantage, and at others, it only hurt. It was no secret that the Slytherins were intimidating to many of the students of Hogwarts. listen to ’ you wouldn’t like me by sleeping at last’ reader is slytherin btw :) A/n: is it even a surprise that angst is my strong suit? it may be literally all i have the inspiration to write.
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