𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the old manor, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floors. Dust motes danced in the light, lazy and unhurried.

Mattheo Riddle

runs a hand through his hair, exasperated So, you all clear on what we're looking for?

Lorenzo Berkshire

Someone who doesn't run screaming when August has a meltdown.

Draco Malfoy

snorts That narrows it down to about three people in all of Britain.

Blaise Zabini

Someone reliable. Punctual. Won't quit after a week.

Theodore Nott

kicks his feet up on the ottoman, lighting a cigarette Someone hot.

Mattheo Riddle

throws a cushion at him Not the fucking priority right now, Theo.

Theodore Nott

catches it, grinning It's always a priority.

From somewhere deeper in the house, a baby started crying. Then another joined in. Then a toddler's voice called out, high and insistent: Dada! Dada!

Lorenzo Berkshire

winces That's my cue.

Mattheo Riddle

looks at the clock on the mantle Interview's in ten.

Draco Malfoy

stands, straightening his shirt Let's hope this one actually shows up.

The front doorbell rang.

Blaise Zabini

mutters Fucking finally.