’ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ʜɪs’✧๛

The Slytherin common room hummed with low conversation and the crackle of the fire. Green light from the lake filtered through the enchanted windows, casting everything in a submerged, restless glow.

Pansy Parkinson

twirling a strand of dark hair around her finger, voice light I saw her today.

She didn't look up from her manicured nails. Didn't need to. The pause was deliberate.

Blaise Zabini

a beat, then a slow smirk Who?

Pansy Parkinson

Y/L/N. she lets the name settle, then adds, almost offhand With someone. Outside the library.

Draco didn't move. Just kept scrolling. But his thumb stopped.

Draco Malfoy

flatly Who?

Pansy Parkinson

a small, practiced smile Does it matter?

Across the room, near the window, Mattheo Riddle sat alone. Leather jacket, dark hair falling into his eyes. He'd been staring at nothing. But now his gaze shifted. Slowly. Unreadably.

Mattheo Riddle

voice low, even What did you say?