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dear lynnette,

i cannot believe you’re sleeping in dungeons. and i also knew ravenclaw was never going to happen.

though i will admit, the image of the sorting hat over your head is deeply entertaining to me. did draco look horrified when the hat mentioned ravenclaw? please say yes.

beauxbatons remains tragically boring without you. lina has attempted to flirt with james since you’ve left. and during charms last week she accidentally set his sleeve on fire.

marie says hello, by the way. she also says your absence has forced her to sit next to andrea in alchemy, which she considers a personal attack.

as for your british problems, i am trying very hard to feel sympathy for you, i knew you would not escape the blaise and theo situation.

though if you ask me, theo sounds safer. please write back immediately if anything dramatic happens.

and because this is hogwarts, i assume something dramatic will happen within the next forty eight hours.

i miss you terribly.  

- julie

the tension reached its absolute boiling point during my third week, when umbridge’s pink educational decrees really began suffocating the castles walls.

everything at hogwarts felt hostile. the air was thick with paranoia. potter was constantly whispering in corners with granger and weasley, his eyes darting to me with suspicion every time i passed them in the corridors.

i could practically hear his thoughts. and ron weasley didn't even try to hide his disgust, sneering openly if i accidentally took a seat too close to them in the library. only granger seemed to hold herself back.

but i was too busy to care. lately at breakfast all draco would do is praise umbridge’s new restrictions, whispering about how our fathers were finally getting what they wanted. and through all of that noise, there was blaise.

the avoidance during these past three weeks was maddening, and umbridge’s presence made the silent warfare between us even more claustrophobic.

i mean she was everywhere, her toad like eyes scanning us for any sign of misbehavior. but the true breaking point happened on a thursday afternoon, right after umbridge had spent an hour droning on about ministry approved passive theory.

the class was dismissed, and the crowd in the corridor was a chaotic mess of black robes. i was walking with luna, who was quietly offering to show me the best path down to hogsmeade for our upcoming weekend trip.

"the weather should clear up by saturday, lynette," she murmured, her voice gentle, reflecting a sincere kindness that usually made me feel safe.

"we can get some warm butterbeer at the three broomsticks. you haven't properly experienced a british autumn yet."

"that sounds lovely, luna," i said, forcing a soft smile onto my face.

just as the words left my lips, blaise walked past us. the corridor was narrow, and the crowd forced him to brush right against me.

his shoulder slammed into mine. not hard enough to knock me over, but hard enough to send a violent shockwave straight to my core.

he stopped dead in his tracks. slowly turning his head to look down at me, his eyes still burning with a furious, suffocating jealousy.

he didn't say a word. he just stared at me, letting the silence stretch between us until it felt like the stone walls were closing in.

before he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. "is everything alright between you two?" she asked softly, her brow furrowing with concern.

"fine!" i said, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "everything is fine."

later that day, i had went off to the library during dinner. it was the only place to find a sliver of silence. as i was struggling to focus and study for my exams, i heard the heavy oak door creak open.

quiet footsteps moved down the aisle. when i looked up, blaise was standing at the edge of the restricted section. our eyes met for a single, breathless second. his expression hardened instantly.

he didn't say a word, didn't even pause. he just turned right back around on his heel, his black robes billowing behind him as he started walking away, intending to leave me alone in the dark.

something inside me snapped. the three weeks of silence, the suffocating paranoia of the castle, the phantom feeling of his shoulder slamming into mine earlier, it all boiled over.

i abandoned my books, and shoved my chair back so fast it screeched loudly against the stone floor. i ran after him, and i caught up to him just as he reached the empty history classroom adjacent to the corridor.

"how long are you gonna keep acting like this?," i say, reaching out and grabbing his forearm. he slowly turned his head to look down at my hand on his arm, then up at my face.

"let go.” he said.

"no," i said, my voice shaking with a rare flash of anger. before he could pull away, i yanked him back into the empty classroom, slamming the heavy door shut behind us and sealing us in the dark.

the only light came from the pale moonlight shining through the storm clouds.

"you really just expect everything to go your way don’t you.” he sneered, finally tearing his arm from my grip. he stood over me, his posture deceptively relaxed while his eyes did the exact opposite.

they scanned my face, tracking the slight catch in my breath. "hogsmeade. you're planning excursions with lovegood now?”

"do you know that i’m sorry for what happened," i whispered, backing away until my spine hit the edge of the professor’s desk.

"you owed me an answer," he said, crossing the small distance between us in two long strides, his shadow completely eclipsing mine. he leaned down slightly.

"before you ran back to france. before you spent the whole summer pretending i didn't exist, you didn’t write me not once, only to transfer here and look right through me."

"you backed me into a corner, blaise. in the middle of a war that is swallowing my family whole, you expected me to-”

"i expected you to be honest!" he snapped, cutting me off.

"honest about what?" i demanded. "that i’ve tried not to think about you constantly? that every time you walk past me in the common room with pansy or some ravenclaw girl trying to spite me, it makes me seriously sick? is that what you want to hear?

he didn't answer with words. the cool, detached facade he wore like armor for the rest of hogwarts completely dissolved.

his hands came up to grip my wrists, pinning them against the wood of the desk behind me, his grip firm but not painful, just entirely unyielding.

"yes," he breathed, his chest rising and falling heavily against mine. "say it again."

"i hate you," i whispered, the lie tasting like ash on my tongue as i looked up at his mouth.

"liar."

then his mouth was on mine, and the three weeks of silence, the months of separation, and the suffocating pressure of the castle vanished.

it wasn’t a gentle reconciliation, it was an eviction of all the built up resentment.

his lips were punishing, hot, and demanding, and i met him with the exact same desperate hunger, my fingers tearing at the silver and green tie around his neck, needing to strip away every single barrier between us.

my uniform jacket was stripped off and tossed onto the dusty floor, followed quickly by his robes. the friction of his skin against mine was agonizingly perfect, a sharp contrast to the cold stone room.

when he lifted me onto the desk, pulling my hips flush against his, the last remnants of our mutual restraint shattered completely. we didn't care about the risk, or who might catch us in the dark corridor outside.

his hands slid under my skirt, his fingers burning hot against the bare skin of my thighs. i wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him up against me so he could feel how much i’ve been craving him.

his mouth left mine for a fraction of a second to trail a line of biting kisses down my jaw to the sensitive skin of my throat, making a soft, broken gasp catch in my chest.

i couldn't form words anymore. i just buried my fingernails into his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as he unbuckled his belt, his movements frantic and impatient.

when he pushed himself inside me, the sudden, stretching fullness made me cry out softly into his shoulder.

the sound muffled by the thick fabric of his shirt. he didn't wait. he started moving instantly, a hard, relentless rhythm that had us both sliding against the smooth wood of the desk.

the friction was overwhelming, a beautiful, agonizing heat that built with every breathless thrust.

blaise’s hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb forcing my chin up so i had to look at him through the dark. his eyes were dark with an intense, possessiveness that shattered the last of my control.

our breaths coming in ragged, desperate hitches as the pace became faster and rougher.

until the tension finally coiled and broke over us in a violent wave of heat that left us both trembling and clinging to each other in the shadows.

long after the trembling stopped, the only sound in the room was the heavy pattern of the rain outside and our slow, synchronizing breaths.

i stayed right there on the desk, my head leaning back against his shoulder, my legs still loosely hooked around his waist because neither of us wanted to break the contact yet.

blaise buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips resting against my heated skin without kissing it. his hands were still resting heavily on my hips, fingers occasionally twitching against my skin.

"you're an idiot, you know that?" he whispered, his voice low, raspy, and completely devoid of the malice from before.

"probably," i breathed, my eyes closed as i felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. "you’re no good for me."

he let out a short, quiet laugh that vibrated against my collarbone. he lifted his head slowly, his dark eyes searching my face in the dim moonlight.

his thumb traced the line of my lower lip, which was swollen and red from his mouth. "are you going to pretend this didn't happen tomorrow morning?"

i opened my eyes, looking directly into his. "i don’t think i can pretend anymore, blaise."

"good," he murmured, his hand sliding back to the nape of my neck, tilting my face up for a slow, lingering, and surprisingly gentle kiss. "because i wasn't going to let you."

i slept really good that night. and when morning came, the great hall was a chaotic hum of clinking cutlery and rustling copies of the daily prophet. owls flew overhead, dropping mail onto the long tables.

i sat down beside draco at the slytherin table, forcing my expression to remain perfectly neutral, a mask of pureblood elegance i had worn my entire life.

"you missed dinner last night," draco said without looking up from his plate. he was neatly slicing a piece of toast, "pansy said she didn't see you in the common room either."

"i was in the library finishing up my essay," i replied smoothly, pouring myself a cup of black tea. "the storm made it easier to focus there."

theo was sitting directly across from me. he didn't say a word, but his eyes fixed on my face the moment i spoke. he noticed everything. he looked at the slight redness around my collar, then down at my hands, which were tightly gripping my teacup.

the silent, heavy tension that had stretched between us since i flaked on our hogsmeade trip last year felt sharper now. he knew i was lying, but he simply went back to his reading, pulling his robes a little closer around himself.

then, the bench next to theo creaked. blaise sat down. he looked impeccably neat, his dark skin contrasting beautifully with his crisp white shirt. he didn't look at me.

he reached for the pumpkin juice, completely ignoring my presence just as he had for the past three weeks. but as he set the goblet down, his knuckles brushed against theo's book, and his eyes flicked upward.

for a fraction of a second, his gaze locked onto mine. it wasn't the furious, jealous stare from yesterday. it was calm, possessive, and thick with a shared secret. my breath hitched in my throat, and i immediately looked down at my tea, my heart hammering against my ribs.

across the hall, the energy at the gryffindor table was completely different. i could feel eyes burning into the side of my face. when i glanced over, potter was leaning across the table toward hermione and ron.

i pulled my eyes away from the gryffindor table, swallowing the lump of anxiety in my throat. harry’s suspicion was becoming dangerous, and the walls of hogwarts were closing in faster than ever. but as i reached for a piece of fruit, my foot accidentally brushed against someone under the table.

i froze. it wasn't theo.

blaise’s shoe nudged mine firmly under the table, holding the contact, a silent, hidden anchor in the middle of the hostile room.

later that week, i finally had made it out to visit hogsmeade with luna. it was a welcome relief from the suffocating atmosphere umbridge had brought to the castle.

the sky above the village was a pale, crisp gray, and the scent of woodsmoke and sugar from honeydukes drifted through the crowded streets.

luna walked beside me, her striped scarf trailing behind her like a colorful banner. she didn't mind the chill at all, her eyes fixed on the gray clouds above as if she could see things hidden between the rain droplets.

"the wrackspurts are particularly thick around the post office today," luna murmured, her voice a gentle, airy contrast to the noisy chatter of the students around us.

"i think it’s because everyone is worrying so much about their letters home. but the three broomsticks should be safe."

"i'm glad," i said, pulling my heavy woolen cloak tighter around my shoulders. my eyes involuntarily scanned the crowd, looking over the heads of the younger students.

down the street, standing near the entrance of dervish and banges, i spotted a familiar tall figure. blaise was leaning against the stone wall, talking quietly to pansy. he looked completely unbothered by the cold, his dark eyes casually scanning the moving crowd.

as luna and i passed, his gaze shifted and locked directly onto me. there was no coldness left in his expression, only a dark, simmering heat that made my skin flush beneath my scarf.

he didn't wave or smile, but he slowly let his eyes trace down my face to my mouth before looking away, a deliberate reminder of the classroom floor.

"you look warm, lynette," luna said softly, breaking my focus. she wasn't looking at blaise, she was looking directly at me. "is the air too heavy for you?"

"no!" i lied quickly, offering her a small, breathless smile. "just looking forward to that butterbeer."

we pushed open the door to the three broomsticks, the sudden burst of warmth and the rich, sweet scent of melted brown sugar wrapping around us. the pub was packed, a sea of wet robes and loud laughter.

we managed to snag a small, secluded table near the back window, away from the roaring fireplace where a large group of gryffindors had gathered.

luna went to the counter to grab our drinks, leaving me alone with my thoughts for a few minutes. when she returned, she wasn't alone.

harry was walking right behind her, carrying his own tankard of butterbeer. his messy hair was windblown, and his eyes were cautious behind his glasses as he looked at me.

hermione and ron were still over by the fireplace, watching his back with intense, protective eyes.

"harry wanted to say hello, lynette," luna said brightly, placing a steaming mug of butterbeer in front of me before sliding into the bench. "he was feeling a bit restless by the fire."

harry hesitated for a fraction of a second before pulling out the empty chair at the end of our small table. "mind if i sit?"

"go ahead," i said, my voice dropping back into its quiet, elegant rhythm. the instinct to defend myself flared up immediately, my posture straightened.

harry sat down, setting his drink on the wooden table. up close, he didn't look like the arrogant boy draco always described. he looked tired. dark circles shadowed his eyes, and there was a heavy, defensive weight to his shoulders that felt shockingly familiar.

"luna tells me you've been helping her with her ancient runes translation," harry started, his eyes searching my face, trying to read the emotions behind my neutral expression. "she says you're brilliant at it."

i gave a slight smile. "yes well, the french curriculum at beauxbatons covers runes much earlier than hogwarts does," i say wrapping my hands around my warm mug to keep them from trembling. "but luna is a quick learner! she doesn't need much help."

"right," harry said. he took a slow sip of his drink, the silence between us turning thick and heavy. luna didn't seem to notice, happily humming to herself as she watched the bubbles rise in her butterbeer.

harry leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping so the surrounding tables couldn't hear. "look, lynnette... i know, who your family is."

and there it is. i didn't blink. "most people do, potter. my last name isn't exactly a secret."

"i saw evan rosier," harry said bluntly, his eyes locked onto mine with a sudden, painful intensity. "in the pensieve. in dumbledore's office. i saw the memory of his trial."

the name of my uncle felt like a physical blow in the loud pub. i tightened my grip on my mug. "he died before i was born. i never knew him." i quickly say.

"but your father knows what’s happening," harry pushed, his voice urgent but quiet. "malfoy’s dad is bragging about the ministry, and i know the rosier family has always been close with the malfoys.”

“are you writing to them? about what's happening at the school? about what we're doing?"

"harry," luna chided gently, her voice cutting through the rising tension like a soft bell. "lynette's thoughts are very quiet. she isn't planning anything nasty. her wrackspurts are completely different from draco's."

harry blinked, looking at luna, then back at me. the raw suspicion in his eyes softened just a fraction, replaced by a strange, searching curiosity.

"i'm not what you think, potter," i whispered, looking straight into his eyes, letting my pureblood mask slip just enough for him to see the genuine exhaustion underneath.

harry stared at me for a long moment, the hostility completely draining out of his face. and for the first time, he didn't look at me and see a death eater's shadow.

he just saw a girl who was just as terrified of the future as he was.

"i'm sorry," harry said quietly, the apology sounding rough and difficult for him to pull out. "it’s just… everything is a mess right now."

"i know," i said, a small, genuine smile finally reaching my eyes. "don’t worry."

"harry!"

the sharp and frantic whisper cut through the warm air before the heavy footsteps even reached our table. hermione granger arrived first, ron weasley was a half step behind her.

his ears were bright red from the cold and his expression turning instantly hostile the moment his eyes landed on me.

"what are you doing?" ron demanded openly, not even trying to lower his voice as he stared at harry, then glared down at me like i was some poisonous spider on the table.

"we've been waiting by the fire for ten minutes, we thought you went to the loo, not... dark arts convention."

"ron, shut up," harry muttered quickly, his face flushing with embarrassment as he glanced around to see if anyone was watching.

"i'm just saying!" ron snapped, crossing his arms tightly over his gryffindor jumper. "don’t know what business you have here with malfoys cousin, harry. you're just sitting here having a chat?"

"ronald, be quiet and sit down if you're going to stay," hermione spat, though her own eyes were darting nervously between me and the crowded front door of the pub.

she looked at me, her expression was a complicated mix of intense caution and fair minded curiosity. "hello, luna. hello, lynette."

"hello, hermione," luna said dreamily, taking a slow sip of her butterbeer. "you have a very loud mind today. it's making the air around the table buzz."

hermione blinked, looking slightly thrown off, before turning her attention back to harry. "harry, we really should go. professor umbridge has been watching the hogsmeade departures very closely today.

if she sees you sitting with... with students from other houses, she might find a way to make a new decree about it."

"she's already making them about everything else," harry said, his voice laced with bitterness. he didn't move to stand up just yet.

instead, he looked across the table at me, as if trying to re anchor the quiet understanding we had just reached before his friends interrupted.

i kept my posture perfectly rigid, my hands wrapped around my warm mug, retreating right back into my elegant, detached french facade.

i wasn't about to beg ron weasley for his approval, nor was i going to apologize for my bloodline.

"your friends are right, potter. you should go back to your table. the gryffindor circle looks missing without its chosen boy."

ron sneered, leaning in slightly. "right. go tell malfoy we're ruining your afternoon."

"ron, stop it," hermione said, her tone sharper this time. she looked at me again, her eyes softening just a fraction, realizing how defensive i had become.

"we don't want any trouble, lynette. harry was just... being harry."

"i can speak for myself, hermione," harry said, finally pulling his chair back. the wooden legs scraped loudly against the floor.

he stood up, holding his tankard, but his eyes stayed on mine. "thanks for the conversation, rosier. i'll see you in class."

i gave him a single, polite nod. "bye, potter."

ron dragged harry away by the shoulder, muttering something under his breath, while hermione gave me one last apologetic look before following them back toward the roaring fireplace.

"they have so many rules in their heads," luna murmured softly, breaking the sudden silence at our table as she watched the trio walk away. "it must be very exhausting to be a gryffindor."

"it's exhausting just watching them," i whispered, letting out a breath i hadn't realized i was holding.

i looked back out the rear window of the pub, as i turned my head, i caught sight of the side door near the back rows of tables.

blaise was standing there. he had slipped inside away from the crowd, he didn't approach us, but his intense gaze was fixed entirely on me. he had clearly seen the whole interaction with harry.

his jaw was tight, a faint flicker of that possessive jealousy returning to his eyes at the sight of harry potter sitting that close to me, but underneath it, there was a steady, silent promise.

he raised his hand just enough to touch his own collar, right where he had tied my tie for me in the dark classroom, before turning to walk out into the cold.

“i think he likes you,” luna whispered.

i nearly choked on my drink.

harry looked like he wanted to disappear from secondhand embarrassment.

by the time we returned to the castle, the corridors had gone quiet.

everything felt different now. not fixed, not exactly safe, just… different. potter no longer looked at me like i was a dark mark waiting to happen.

the hogwarts express cut through the countryside beneath the sunset and clouds. the windows trembling softly with every turn of the tracks.

across from me, charles sat with one arm lazily draped over the seat, flipping through a copy of the daily prophet and pretending to read.

“THE BOY WHO LIES?”

every 10 minutes he’d glance over at me trying to decide whether i looked nervous.

i didn’t give him the satisfaction. instead, i just unfolded julie’s letter again.

dear lynnette,

i have decided to forgive you for abandoning us, which was only because marie reminded me that you didn’t have much of a choice.

but truly, beauxbatons won’t feel right without you. i saw james looking over at your seat during breakfast yesterday. i think he misses you more than he’d admit.

i hope that you settle in smoothly. i know leaving home wasn’t exactly your decision. write back soon before i decide you’ve become fully british!

- sincerely, julie

british. julie thought i was becoming british.

that thought alone nearly made me want to transfer back. a heavy sigh escaped my lips.

i folded the letter carefully, and placed it back into my pocket. beauxbatons had felt like another life already.

my father's sudden panic over "changing political tides" had ripped me away from the sunlit chateaux of my youth.

outside the compartment, voices echoed through the corridor. students passing by, trunks scraping against the floor.

a few seats down sat theo. i’ve been ignoring him the whole ride. scared to walk out. and scared that if i would look up, his eyes would meet mine. the tension between us was thick and unresolved.

ever since the yule ball last year, and him asking me out to hogsmeade, things got entirely skewed. i mean he looked at me with such vulnerability that night, a look i hadn't known how to process.

but if the air with theo was strained, the air with blaise was practically toxic. he was sitting further down the train, laughing at something pansy was saying.

as i was boarding the train earlier, forcing charles to help with my luggage, i caught him glancing at me. its just that whenever i’d look back he would look away almost immediately.

so for the first time since leaving beauxbatons, i seriously considered throwing myself off the moving train.

charles folded the daily prophet with a sharp snap, breaking the heavy silence inside the compartment. he leaned forward.

"you're doing that thing again," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur to avoid being overheard by passing students in the corridor.

"what thing?" i kept my voice flat, refusing to look away from the window where the gray scottish hills were beginning to replace the flat english countryside.

"you’ve been staring at the same spot on the glass for twenty minutes. if you’re that terrified of facing malfoy's little circle, we can always lock the door."

"i am not terrified!" i say turning my gaze to him. "i am just... adjusting to the lack of sunlight. and the dress code. the wool here is dreadfully thick."

charles let out a soft snort, and before he could press further, the compartment door slid open with a sharp rattle.

my heart did a violent flip against my ribs. for a terrifying second, i expected blaise's tall silhouette to fill the frame, or theo's quiet, intense gaze to lock onto mine. instead, a younger boy with a massive camera slung around his neck peered in.

he blinked at us nervously, muttered an apology, and slid the door shut again. i exhaled a breath i hadn't realized i was holding.

"see?" charles remarked, watching me closely. "you flaked on nott after the ball, and you completely froze out blaise all summer. you can't avoid them forever.”

"i didn't freeze anyone out," i muttered, my hand coming up to touch the fabric of my pocket where julie's letter rested. "i was busy. preparing for the transfer."

"yeah keep telling yourself that." charles stood up, stretching his arms. "i'm out to find the trolley. want anything to sweeten that miserable disposition?"

"just some peace," i said.

he rolled his eyes and stepped out into the corridor, leaving the door slightly open.

finally i was left alone with my thoughts, the anxiety i’ve been suppressing all morning rushed back with full force. i pulled my legs up onto the seat, hugging my knees to my chest. this train felt like a trap.

i mean with blaise, we made a deal that our time together didn't mean anything. we agreed that we were just experimenting and passing the time. but until the night of the ball, when he cornered me in the corridor, that completely shattered our little rulebook.

a sudden shadow fell over the compartment doorway. i looked up quickly, expecting charles to be back with a handful of sweets.

but it wasn't charles.

draco stood in the threshold, his silver blonde hair perfectly styled, leaned against the doorframe, his signature smirk playing on his lips.

"well, well," draco drawled softly, crossing his arms. "i thought i heard my cousin was hiding out down here. father told me your french holiday was officially over, but i didn't think you'd be this miserable about joining us."

“enjoying the view?" he asked, sliding the compartment door fully shut behind him and taking the seat charles had just left. he didn’t bother asking for permission. he just crossed one leg over the other, looking entirely too comfortable.

"it was finer in france," i shot back smoothly, keeping my arms crossed over my chest. "the weather here is bleak."

"oh, i'm sure it's not just the weather making you look like you're about to faint," draco drawled, his eyes glinting with amusement. he leaned back, resting his head against the cushioned seat.

"i must say, your brief time last year during the tournament really left an impression. quite the scandalous debut for my dear cousin."

i stiffened. "i have no idea what you're talking about, draco. i spent my time focusing on the tasks and supporting fleur."

"oh please, give me some credit," he laughed. “you might have fooled the beauxbatons headmistress, but you didn't fool me. i keep a very close eye on my housemates. and i caught wind of exactly what happened between you two."

my heart missed a beat. between you two? which two did he mean? did he mean theo and the disastrous aftermath of the yule ball? or did he know about the secret i shared with blaise? or worse, did he know about both?

"don’t be ridiculous, there’s nothing to catch wind of," i said, my voice dangerously quiet. "you're imagining things."

"am i?" his smirk widening as he lowered his voice. "because from where i was standing, it looked like a total disaster. you really made a mess of things before you ran back to france, didn't you?"

before i could snap back at him, the compartment door slid open again with a loud rattle. charles stood there, holding a handful of pumpkin pasties and a couple bottles of pumpkin juice.

he stopped in his tracks, his eyes darting between draco’s smug expression and my completely rigid posture.

"family meeting?" charles asked, raising an eyebrow as he stepped inside and tossed the sweets onto the seat next to me.

draco slowly leaned back, the amusement on his face faded, replaced by something much colder and heavier. the playful arrogance vanished in an instant, reminding me exactly whose son he was.

he leaned forward again, so close that his voice was barely a breath against the steady, rhythmic clicking of the train tracks.

"i’m just here to remind you that we can’t draw this attention to ourselves. don’t tell me you forgot what’s been going on already.” he scoffed.

"the dark lord expects absolute compliance from all of us. pull yourself together before we reach the castle."

charles went quiet, his teasing demeanor completely vanishing as he sat down heavily beside me.

draco stood up, smoothing down the front of his black suit. "i'll see you at the feast. try not to cause a scene during the sorting."

with one last glance at me, he slid the door open and stepped out into the crowded corridor, leaving charles and me in absolute silence.

the door clicked shut behind draco. "well," charles whispered, as he ran a hand through his hair. "i never really talk to him anyway."

"he’s right, charles," i muttered, staring down at the floorboards. "everything is changing. we aren't just students anymore."

"don't let him get into your head," charles said "until our father says something to us then things will change. i don’t need my own cousin bossing me around.”

the train was slowing down, the brakes screeching softly as the platform of hogsmeade station came into view outside the corridor windows. students were already lining up, dragging trunks and laughing.

as charles and i squeezed past a group of loud gryffindors, i caught a glimpse of white blonde hair moving through the crowd ahead. draco was swaggering toward the exit, flanked by crabbe and goyle.

"surprised the ministry is still letting you walk around free, potter," draco's voice drawled loudly over the noise of the corridor, “you better enjoy it while you can. i expect there's a cell in azkaban with your name on it."

harry was standing with hermione granger and ron weasley, ron was holding him back by the jacket to keep him from swinging at my cousin.

draco’s smirk grew wider. "what'd i tell you? complete nutter."

i quickly pulled charles back into the shadow of a doorway, keeping myself completely hidden from view. the last thing i needed was to be associated with draco's public bullying.

by the time charles and i stepped out into the chilly night air of the station, the crowd was already moving toward the line of carriages. the rain had slowed to a damp mist.

i looked around anxiously, trying to spot a familiar face that wouldn't bring immediate drama, when a soft, airy voice called out from the edge of the platform.

"hello, lynnette. i was wondering if you'd made it onto the train."

i turned to see luna lovegood, her long, straggly blonde hair falling over her shoulders. during my brief visit last year, luna had been a peaceful breath of fresh air.

"luna," i breathed, a genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as i walked over to join her. charles gave a polite nod, moving over to be with his group of friends.

me and luna walked together toward one of the stagecoaches waiting to take us to the castle. and as i was deciding if i should ride with her footsteps squelched in the mud behind us. it was harry again, along with ron, hermione, and neville.

harry stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide and tracking the creature's dark wings. "what is that?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. "what's pulling the carriage?"

hermoine looked at the empty wooden shafts. "nothing's pulling the carriage, harry. it's pulling itself, like always."

"you're not going mad," luna said in her calm, sing song voice from beside me, her eyes drifting up to the creature.

"i see them too," luna told him softly, giving him a reassuring smile. "you're just as sane as i am."

sensing the tight crowd and the weight of harry's curious stare, i gently touched luna’s arm. "it’s a little full here, luna. i think i see another carriage down the line. i'll see you inside the castle, alright?"

luna gave me a dreamy, understanding nod. "of course, lynnette. watch out for the nargles." i quickly backed away into the mist, guiding myself toward a half empty carriage near the back of the line.

i climbed inside with a couple of quiet hufflepuff third years. i was in absolute peace until the towering silhouettes of the castle gates appeared.

the transition from the quiet, chilly carriage ride to the great hall was a total shock to the senses.

the room was flooded with warmth, and the loud chatter of students packed into their house tables.

but i wasn't sitting yet. i stood near the front of the hall with a small group of transfer students and terrified first years, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin.

at the staff table, professor dumbledore stood up. the hall instantly fell into a dead silence, the weight of his presence commanding the room as he looked out over the student body with deep gravity.

"good evening, children," he began "we have two changes in staffing this year. we're pleased to welcome back professor grubbly plank, who'll be taking care of magical creatures, while hagrid is on leave.”

“we also wish to welcome our new defense against the dark arts teacher, professor dolores umbridge. i'm sure you'll all join me in wishing the professor good luck."

"as usual, our caretaker, mr. filch, has asked me to remind you..." umbridge then had got up to say some things of her own. i tuned out her speech.

until the time had come. "lynnette rosier? may you come up please." professor mcgonagall’s sharp voice called out, cutting through my panic.

as i stepped forward out of the crowd, i could feel the whispers and eyes follow me to the chair.

“rosier?”

“wasn’t she at beauxbatons?”

“malfoy’s cousin.”

“that’s charles’s little sister.”

and as i passed the gryffindor table the whispers seemed to get louder.

“oh brilliant. another one.” ron muttered, shoving a potato onto his plate with unnecessary force. harry’s eyes locked onto mine. he looked confused almost.

till something clicked. “rosier?” harry breathed quietly, staring across the hall.

ron followed his gaze and immediately frowned.“pure blood family. i know.”

hermione looked up from beside him. “what are you two on about? she was at the tournament last year,” she says.

“well she’s related to malfoy. and now that you know who is back she’s transferred here? not suspicious at all.”

harry frowned. he remembered me. but he was confused, my hair was lighter back then, and every time he had seen me i wasn’t laughing with draco, or whispering with pansy.

“she doesn’t seem much like draco.” harry said.

ron snorted. “yeah give it time.”

hermione looked up from rearranging books in her lap. "not every pureblood is identical, ron."

“oh yeah? well you tell me if she even looked our way last year.” ron spat.

hermione opened her mouth then closed it. “…i’ll get back to you.”

harry still hadn’t looked away. his expression had shifted slightly now, distant and tense, like he was trying to remember something half buried.

then it hit him. his face turned a little pale. “bloody hell,” he whispered.

ron blinked. “what?”

harry leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “i know where i’ve heard that name before.”

hermione’s eyebrows furrowed.

harry’s mind flashed back to the pensieve in dumbledore’s office. the cold courtroom. evan rosier. moody’s scarred face.

dumbledore mentioning another rosier once before too. vinda rosier, the witch connected to grindelwald.

i finally sat down on the wooden stool, and mcgonagall dropped the ancient, tattered sorting hat onto my head. it slid down slightly, casting a shadow over my eyes.

"ah, rosier," the hat's raspy voice muttered. "you’re far more emotional than you would like people to know." i narrowed my eyes.

"no?" the sounded amused. "you hide it well. although you are quite intelligent. you could do well in ravenclaw."

i blinked. ravenclaw? i could already imagine the smirk on draco and charles faces. they would never let me live that down.

the hat took a deep breath. “but…there’s more.”flashes of the rosier manor, my father, the malfoy family, my aunt’s narcissa and bellatrix, the portrait of my great great aunt vinda hanging in our corridor.

“oh… i know exactly where you belong.”

the hat finally shouting the final word to the entire great hall.

"SLYTHERIN!"

applause erupted from the slytherin table, draco was already grinning. pansy clapped loudly, and blaise and theo looked amused. as i crossed over to sit down, across the hall harry was looking over.

ron leaned closer. "well, there you go." harry frowned slightly, but hermoine kept watching thoughtfully. right before the hat shouted slytherin, she could've sworn she'd heard it hesitate.

draco immediately slid over, making a space for me between himself and pansy. "never doubt it, lynnette," draco murmured. "the hat knows real blood when it feels it."

"it hesitated," i whispered back, smoothing down my skirt. "it almost said ravenclaw." charles, sitting just a few seats down, snorted into his goblet. "ravenclaw? you? please. the manor would have collapsed from the shame."

pansy patted my arm, her eyes scanning my french tailored uniform pieces. "well, thank merlin it didn't. we need more taste at this table anyway."

i lifted my chin, offering her a cool polite nod, she looked down at her book, though her brow stayed furrowed. as the feast went on, the space around me grew tight, not because of the glares but because blaise and theo were a few seats down.

later that night, the other girls had already gone down to dinner, leaving me alone with my thoughts. i felt myself getting emotional again. while i was unpacking some of my things, especially because i decided to reread the letter julie had sent me.

the green light from the black lake rippled across the stone ceiling. it was freezing. as time had passed trying to put away and organize most of my things, the girls had come back to get ready for bed.

across the room, pansy was sitting on her bed, brushing her hair with loud, aggressive strokes. she looked over at my pile of silk robes, her nose curling up.

"you know, leaving your things strewn about isn't a good look for a slytherin. i thought beauxbatons taught girls manners."

i didn't look up from my vanity. "yeah well, we were taught to focus on elegance, pansy. not to obsess over other people's business."

she let out a sharp scoff, pulling her curtains shut with a loud, dramatic snap.

the silence settled back into the room, heavy and cold. i pulled my knees to my chest, staring at the dark water outside the window. it was so different from the beauty of southern france.

my chest ached with a sudden, sharp wave of homesickness. i missed the warmth. i missed the easy laughter. most of all, i missed the days before blaise and theo made everything so suffocatingly complicated.

i couldn't sleep. the tension from the boys earlier still made my skin crawl. blaise's dark, angry eyes and theo's quiet, wounded stare kept flashing in my mind.

giving up on rest, i pulled a piece of parchment and a silver quill from my bag. sitting by the dim green glow of the lamp, i began to write to my best friend back home before the morning classes could start.

dear julie,

i survived the sorting, though the hat almost put me in ravenclaw. i am in slytherin now. which is not a surprise, but the dungeons here are absolutely freezing.

and you don't have to worry about me becoming british. the food here is entirely too heavy, and the people are far too dramatic. i feel terrible about james, let me know if he ever speaks up.

and on the topic of drama, you remember the mess with blaise and theo. it’s absolutely terrible here. i’ll let you know if anything happens.

but please keep writing me. your letters are the only thing keeping me sane. i wish i was back in france with you. tell marie i say hi! and send news soon.

- lynnette

i sealed the letter with a dollop of green wax just as the first morning light began to bleed through the lake water. i walked over to my half unpacked trunk, determined to look completely put together.

i pulled out my heavy hogwarts robe, but instead of the standard school issued blouse, i chose one of my tailored white silk shirts from Paris. the lace at the cuffs were subtle, but it was a quiet reminder of home.

sitting at the vanity, i brushed out my hair until it fell smoothly over my shoulders, i applied my eye makeup and for my scent i put on a light touch of rosewater. i then smoothed down the green and silver slytherin tie. looking in the mirror, the contrast was sharp.

i left the dormitory before the other girls could wake up, i stepped into the common room. the fire was dying down. and twenty minutes later, after sending julie's letter, i walked into the defense against the dark arts classroom for my very first lesson.

the room was already half full. the seating arrangement was a disaster. professor umbridge was already seated at the front, wearing a hideous pink cardigan and a fake, sugary smile.

draco waved me over to a seat near the window, but as i walked down the aisle, potter's eyes locked onto me from his desk. ron was leaning over, whispering furiously in his ear, pointing a quill in my direction.

i took my seat next to draco, but the real problem was right behind me. blaise sat down on my left, his shoulder brushing mine, while theo took the seat directly behind me, his cold silence radiating against my back.

"wands away, children," umbridge's high, sweet voice chirped, cutting through the murmurs. "open your ministry approved textbooks to page five."

“we will be focusing on theory. as this school has let your practical defense training lapse, we must correct it."

"but professor," harry’s voice rang out from across the room. "how is theory going to protect us from what's out there?"

the entire room went completely dead silent. next to harry, ron looked terrified, and hermione was staring down, her brow furrowed.

"mr. potter," umbridge smiled. "you have been told quite clearly that there is nothing out there waiting to attack you. who do you imagine wants to harm children such as yourself?"

"oh, i don't know, maybe voldemort?" harry spat, the name making half the room flinch. "or do you think cedric diggory just dropped dead for nothing?"

"cedric diggory's death was a tragic accident!" her voice rose, cutting through her sweet facade. she slammed her palms onto her desk. "and you will not spread these nasty lies in my classroom!”

"detention for the rest of the week, mr. potter!" she smoothed down her pink cardigan and scanned the room, looking for a new target to assert her power over. her small, bulging toad like eyes locked directly onto me.

"and what about you, dear?" she purred, stepping down and walking toward my desk. "miss lynnette rosier, is it? a transfer from beauxbatons. i have been looking over your records."

i sat up a little straighter, my hands folding in my lap. "yes, professor."

"the ministry is deeply concerned about foreign educational standards," she said, stopping right in front of me. her fake smile was back. "especially considering your school hosted the tournament where these... fabrications began.”

“tell me, miss rosier, did the french ministry also fill your head with dangerous, tragic rumors about the dark lord's return?"

harry’s eyes snapped to me, waiting to see what the new slytherin girl would say. behind me, i heard blaise’s chair scrape slightly as he tensed up.

"beauxbatons taught us to focus on our studies, professor," i said smoothly, keeping my voice cool, polite, and neutral. "we do not involve ourselves in british ministry politics."

umbridge's eyes narrowed. she didn't like the lack of submission. "but your family tree is entirely british, isn't it? the rosiers. a historic family. though, several of your relatives have had... unfortunate run ins with the department of magical law enforcement. your father, for instance. and your aunts."

she was baiting me. she was trying to force me to admit my connection to the malfoys and black families, or pull me into the voldemort debate.

across the aisle, ron leaned over to harry. "see? told you. her family are all death eaters," he whispered loudly.

"silence, mr. weasley!" umbridge snapped without looking at him, her eyes still glued to mine. "well, miss rosier? do you intend to bring that rebellious, dark family history into my classroom, or will you conform to proper ministry standards?"

"all i know is that ignoring a threat doesn’t make it disappear. it just makes you an easier target." i said.

a collective breath seemed to leave the room. out of the corner of my eye, i saw draco look up sharply, his brow furrowing. across the aisle, hermione’s eyes went wide, and even harry stopped breathing for a second, totally stunned to hear me back him up.

umbridge's fake smile twitched, her eyes bulging dangerously as she leaned closer to my desk. detention, miss rosier!" she shrieked. "for your blatant disrespect! twenty points from slytherin! you will report to my office tonight at eight o'clock alongside mr. potter!"

i didn't blink. i held her gaze, keeping my posture perfectly rigid. "my apologies, professor, but may i remind you that, foreign transfer students who remain under legal french ministry guardianship actually cannot receive school level detentions without prior review.”

umbridge froze. her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. she wanted to scream, she wanted to lock me away, but the threat of an international bureaucratic nightmare tied her hands.

"very well," she whispered, her voice trembling with pure rage as she drew herself up. "the points remain docked. we shall see how long your french paperwork protects you from proper discipline, miss rosier.”

my heart was hammering against my ribs, though my face remained an emotionless mask. the rest of the class period passed in a miserable, suffocating blur. the second the bell rang, i packed my parchment and silver quill with trembling fingers.

harry potter threw a dark, completely bewildered look over his shoulder at me as he left with ron and hermione, clearly stunned that i had not only spoken up, but had successfully dodged umbridge's wrath.

i grabbed my bag and hurried out of the door, desperate to escape the heavy presence of the two boys behind me.

"lynnette! wait."

a firm hand caught my forearm just past the dungeon threshold, pulling me into a recessed stone alcove away from the stream of moving students. i spun around, expecting blaise or theo, but it was draco.

his eyes were wide with a mix of fury and genuine panic, his pale face tighter than usual. "are you completely out of your mind?" draco hissed, dropping his hand but stepping closer to block me from view.

"what were you thinking, snapping back at her like that? quoting international law to an inquisitor?"

"i wasn't going to let her bully me, draco," looking around the crowded corridor. "she was dragging our family name through the mud in front of everyone."

"she's the ministry, lynnette!" draco snapped, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "father wrote to me about her. she has fudge's complete backing. you can't just throw your french pride around here. there are people are watching us.”

“if word gets back to my father about you making waves on your very first day..." he trailed off, crossing his arms. draco glanced over my shoulder, his expression turning into a cold, hard sneer. i turned around slightly.

blaise and theo were walking out of the classroom together, but they weren't talking. they moved like two ghosts, completely ignoring each other, and as they passed us neither of them even looked in our direction. they walked straight past us, their shoulders tense, leaving me standing there with my cousin.

draco looked back at me, his eyes softening just a fraction. "look, everyone already knows we're family. potter and his crowd are already whispering about it. but you need to keep your head down.”

the rest of the day was a blur, and by the time the sun dipped below the black lake, leaving the slytherin common room in its familiar, freezing green shadow, i was completely exhausted.

neither boy had looked at me during dinner, and draco’s warnings kept ringing in my ears. i climbed the stone stairs to the girls dormitory, the weight of my first day at hogwarts pressing down on my chest.

dartmoor, england. 1994

from our seats high in the top box, the entire stadium stretched beneath us in a sea of colors and movement. thousands of witches and wizards filled the stands below, and their voices blended into one great roar that rose into the night sky.

next to me sat my older brother, charles. he was looking way more interested in the match than i was. my father sat on my other side, speaking quietly with my uncle lucius, like if they had something more important to discuss that just couldn’t wait until after the match.

as the quidditch world cup begun, and i’m looking down at the crowd, my cousin draco finds himself a seat behind me. “still at beauxbatons?" he leans over to ask. i nod, “for now." hesitant to make more of a conversation, draco gets on my nerves enough. he always has.

he narrowed his eyes immediately. “for now?” i sighed quietly. i already knew where this was going. the problem with draco was that he had inherited two unfortunate traits. curiosity and persistence.

“father wants me closer to home apparently.” i said.

“apparently?” draco repeated. i could just hear him preparing a hundred more questions. “i’m transferring for fifth year.” his expression shifted slightly. i looked away before he could ask anything else. and to be honest, i hadn’t known how i felt about it yet.

i mean beaxbatons has always felt familiar, the warm halls, french voices, faces i’ve known for years. and plus my mother attended this school, as well as my great great aunt vinda. hogwarts had always just existed somewhere distant, and now suddenly im gonna be there?

i tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind my ear. “at least on this trip i’ll get to experience a bit of hogwarts before then,” i said. “this tournament should be interesting.”

draco smirked. “oh yeah, i know a few idiots who want to put their names in the goblet.” i laughed softly.

fast forward to the beauxbatons arrival

the carriage ride to hogwarts felt much longer than it actually was. the girls sat around me with perfect posture, smoothing their skirts and adjusting their sleeves. whispering to each other in french. i stared out the window, watching the rain slide down the glass softly.

and behind the dark trees, i could see the lights beginning to appear in the distance. and before we enter, madame maxime looked over us.

“girls, remember who you represent.”

the doors open fully, and a loud voice echoes through the hall.

"and now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies, of the beauxbatons academy of magic, and their headmistress madame maxime.”

the great hall stretched before us, there were candles floating beneath an enchanted ceiling filled with stars. long tables filled the room, hundreds of faces.

the girls ahead of me moved gracefully into formation. i followed, looking straight ahead, but i could still feel it, the stares and whispering. i even heard a familiar voice.

“my cousin's here, there she goes right there.”

i looked over at him and smiled. draco leaned back into his chair. and later that night, after dinner, draco caught me in the entrance hall. “hogwarts is better!” i looked at him clearly annoyed. “gosh draco you’ve told me that like three times already.”

blaise appeared beside him. “ignore draco.”

“we know he likes to hear himself talk.”

“i do not.”

“you absolutely do!” i say.

blaise laughs quietly. i hold eye contact with him for a second. then walk away.

days passed strangely, us from beauxbatons and those from durmstrangs stayed to ourselves, sticking together with our own schools. yet i still found myself wandering hogwarts whenever i could. i mean the castle felt so alive. during potions one afternoon, i walked past draco’s table.

“enjoying hogwarts?” blaise asked.

“it’s definitely different than what i’m used to.”

“different good or different bad?”

i took some time to think about it. “different strange.”

blaise grinned. “yeah well, that’s hogwarts.”

as the triwizard tournament began, i stayed with my group and cheered on fleur. i clap as the dragons roar overhead.

weeks later, the yule ball arrives, it was unreal, i ended up going with theo, and draco was going with pansy but he ended up liking one of the girls from beauxbatons a bit more.

icicles hung from the ceiling, and the floating candles reflected against walls of ice. the music drifted through the room so softly that it almost felt like part of a dream. and while dancing, i couldn’t help but laugh at almost everything theo would say.

i was enjoying myself, and so was everyone else. though across the room, blaise was watching, me and my every move it seemed like. beside him was pansy, staring draco down, as he dances with another girl.

i didn’t quite know how to feel or act once I saw blaise was watching. it felt different coming from him. i didn’t know how to feel about that moment for the rest of the night.

and honestly, it was all i kept thinking about. i had the thought of approaching him but once me and theo were done dancing blaise was gone.

hours later, the music had slowed, some students were sat, some still dancing, and some just talking. i decided to take some time by myself, and i found myself leaning against the balcony overlooking the snow covered grounds.

cold air brushed my face, and footsteps approached. i looked over my shoulder and it was theo, he stood beside me quietly.

“do you like it here?” he asks.

i stare at him for a moment. “i do.”

“hm.”

“well, i know someplace that could make your stay better.”

i smiled “and where would that be?”

“hogsmeade,”

“me and you, we should go sometime.”

my eyes widened “oh…”

“as friends!” he clarified. “just to go check some things out.”

i tilted my head. “check things out?”

he shrugged awkwardly, hands in his pockets.

“okay…” i say. a smile pulled from my lips. “sounds great.”

he looked relieved. but later that night, i decided to spend some time alone, and blaise had found me.

“hey!” i smile and say as he approaches me.

“i feel like i’ve barely talked to you all tonight.”

he looked at me for a moment.

“what’s going on with you?” he says completely ignoring what i just said.

i frowned. “what do you mean?”

“you know exactly what i mean.”

“i really don’t.” i say completely clueless.

he takes a deep breath and looks away. “im talking about you and nott.”

i hesitated. “we’re friends.” i say. “i thought we were all friends…that’s why i didn’t bother to tell anyone that me and him were going it doesn't matter to me”

“yeah right. he obviously likes you,”

“can’t you see that?”

i shut it down immediately

“you know blaise, i don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal. it is just a dance.” i say getting up and walking away.

“oh please, you know how i feel about you too.” he says following me.

i stop right then and there. flashbacks of me and him last year sneaking away from family parties. spending our whole nights together. just us.

i pause for a moment. not knowing what to say.

“blaise, that was a while ago…”

“forget it.” he says as he walks right past me.

i stood there for a moment completely confused. i mean sure i understood he might've had some feelings for me but, i know he gets around with the girls here at hogwarts. he doesn't belong to me.

after that, i got the cold shoulder from blaise for the rest of my stay. and it did bother me but i wasn't gonna let that show. i felt guilty about the whole thing so i kept my distance from theo as well. maybe blaise knows things that i don't, and theo feels something for me.

and plus i was too invested in the tournament anyway. cheering on the champions for the last match. till all of a sudden the maze had gone quiet. almost too quiet.

at first everyone was cheering, standing, waiting, and watching. then confusion spread, professors stood, people whispering. i look towards draco and charles, and towards my father. then harry returned with cedric, except cedric wasn’t breathing.

once harry spoke up and people started realizing what had happened the cheering stopped. completely. and harry looked absolutely terrified. fleur broke out in a scream once she seen cedric.

and then cedric’s father. i felt my stomach drop. i looked over at my father, and he looked terrified too. worried and scared at the same time.

absolutely heartbreaking. returning back to castle i wanted to vomit the entire time it felt like. i never expected such a thing. i understood you could get seriously hurt but, hearing what harry had witnessed was just horrific.

and while preparing to return to beauxbatons, my father thought it was the perfect time to remind me.

“don't you forget.”

“you’ll be moving over here next year.”

i frowned. “permanently!?”

he nodded. “i told you i want you closer to me.”

“why?”

he hesitated to find what to say. and for a moment i thought he wouldn’t answer. but then he broke the silence. “because things are changing.” he says turning away and walking off.

draco approaches me, and we hug briefly.

this series is about lynnette rosier, a french witch who has spent most of her life at beauxbatons academy of magic in france. far away from the whispers that seem to follow her family name. after tragedy strikes and darkness begins to rise again, her father transfers her to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry for her fifth year.

and returning to england means returning to the family with the expectations that you will join the darkness. and as cousin to draco malfoy and descendant of vinda rosier, lynette quickly learns that at hogwarts people decide who you are long before they even get to know you.

between friendships that become complicated, loyalties tested by war, and secrets hidden deep within the walls of hogwarts itself, lynette begins uncovering pieces of a history her family never really speaks about.

- harry potter & the goblet of fire

- harry potter & the order of the phoenix

- what took you so long? blaise smut

- harry potter & the half blood prince

- harry potter & the deathly hollows 1

- harry potter & the deathly hollows 2

here’s my fan cast! x

cailee spaeny as lynnette rosier | main character

rufus sewell as victor rosier | father

ben feldman as charles rosier | older brother

theodore nott is portrayed by lorenzo zurzolo.

smut

- birthday s*x!!

- honeymoon

- break up 2 make up

events together

- met gala pop out

- sneaking around coachella

no cameras allowed

- holidays with him

- late night dinner

- movie night

- soon to be mrs. harlow

#jackharlowsmuse

- jack mentioning you in interviews

- GQ couples quiz