“I want her as my wife” | M.R · Y/n story by @alexa

Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light across the marble floors of the Ministry's Grand Atrium. Elegant witches in flowing gowns and wizards in fine dress robes milled about, their laughter and polite conversation creating a symphony of refined society.

Theodore Nott

swirling his champagne flute So, have you found yourself a wife yet? I heard the Ministers are getting impatient.

Mattheo Riddle

taking a slow sip, eyes scanning the room without interest No. They're all as boring and desperate as the other.

Theodore Nott

chuckles lowly

A comfortable silence settled between them, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversations filling the space. Then Mattheo's gaze caught on something across the room. His hand stilled mid-motion, glass hovering before his lips.

Mattheo Riddle

tilting his chin toward the crowd Who's that?

Theodore Nott

following his line of sight, a slow smirk spreading across his face That is the Minister of Magic's daughter.

Mattheo Riddle

his brow furrowing Barty Crouch has a daughter? She never came up as an option.

Theodore Nott

his smirk deepening Probably because her marriage arrangement with Justin Prince will be announced shortly.

Mattheo went quiet. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as he watched you—a vision in silk and pearls—laughing at something an elderly Minister had said, your hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Mattheo Riddle

Was.

Theodore Nott

raising an eyebrow What?

Mattheo Riddle

turning to face his friend, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes Was going to be announced. Not anymore.

Theodore Nott

his smirk fading into something more serious Don't let that angelic face fool you, mate. She's a handful.

Mattheo Riddle

a slow smile curling at the corner of his lips I don't care. I want her.

Theodore Nott

a low whistle escapes him Blimey. Someone's finally captured your attention.