•too sensitive•|| T.N ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ · Y/n story by @eeeelssssiiii

The Hogwarts corridors at midnight were a different beast entirely. Darker. Colder. The portraits were snoring in their frames, the torches had burned down to embers, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor.

Theo Nott

laughs dryly She's too much sometimes.

Your feet rooted to the floor. Your heart stopped.

Mattheo Riddle

snorts You say that like you hate her.

Theo Nott

leans back in his chair, the wood creaking I don't hate her. She just… feels everything too deeply. Too sensitive, y'know?

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

Mattheo Riddle

gives a skeptical look I don't know, mate. Sounds like you don't really like her when you say that. She can't really change her personality for you, you know?

You couldn't breathe. Your chest was tightening, your vision blurring at the edges. The walls felt like they were closing in.