Sophie is 17 years old and her world has just come crashing down around her. Either she's just discovered magic and become a spy for The Order, or she's having some kind of incredibly vivid hallucination. Both options seem equally likely. (I'm crap at summaries. Please read anyway. There are quidditch lessons, parties, irresponsible spellcasting and a Slytherin feminist society.)

This is a short one-shot. A bit angsty, and adds nothing to the genre. I might decide to keep writing it. A little dramione, but nothing concrete. TW: reference to disordered eating

Pansy's always played the perfect ice queen. Uncaring, untouchable. It makes things easier. After all, when you let your guard down, you get hurt. Everyone knows that. What happens when she gets tired of staying safe and alone? It's time to reach out and see whether the people around her are worth trusting and whether trust is ever worth it at all. Story better than the description