All I Want Is You | Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @wistfulspells

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual morning chaos. Platters of toast and eggs floated between tables, owls swooped overhead with the post, and the scent of pumpkin juice and polished wood filled the air. Sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling, catching on the dust motes dancing above the Slytherin table.

Mattheo Riddle

slouching into his seat, tie already undone Merlin, I need coffee. Or firewhisky. Something.

Theodore Nott

You look like shit. Late night?

Mattheo Riddle

running a hand through his messy black curls Pansy dragged me to some Ravenclaw party. It was fucking boring.

His dark brown eyes, heavy with a practiced indifference, scanned the hall. They snagged, then stuck. Across the room, you were sliding into a spot at your house table, laughing at something a friend said.

Mattheo Riddle

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. His fingers, adorned with silver rings, stilled on the table.

Blaise Zabini

What’s so interesting over there, Riddle?

Mattheo Riddle

He didn’t look away, his voice a low rasp. Nothing. Just wondering how anyone can be that cheerful before noon. It’s unnatural.

He watched the way you moved, the simple act of reaching for a jug of pumpkin juice becoming a study in graceful motion. His knuckles went white where he gripped the edge of the table.