Bloody Mess. · Y/n story by @voldemort

The Hogwarts Express belches steam into the grey September air, a great scarlet serpent coiled along Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Students mill about in clusters—hugs goodbye, trunks being hoisted, owls hooting from their cages. The usual chaos of a new term. The usual noise.

Mattheo Riddle

Who the hell is that? low, almost to himself, but loud enough that Theodore hears

Theodore Nott

glancing over No idea. New transfer?

Mattheo Riddle

staring Yeah. Must be.

He doesn't look away. Neither do the three boys beside him. Neither does the group of Ravenclaws near the barrier. Neither does the sixth-year boy who just dropped his trunk because he was too busy turning his head.

Pansy Parkinson

elbowing Daphne Are you seeing this?

Daphne Greengrass

a pause. then a short, unimpressed exhale I see a new student, Pansy. Should I be more excited?

Pansy Parkinson

flatly Don't pretend you didn't just look.

Daphne's jaw tightens. She didn't mean to look that long.