bride to be or not to be || Mattheo Riddle

The June heat was suffocating, even inside the Leaky Cauldron. A grimy ceiling fan spun uselessly overhead, doing nothing but stirring the smell of stale ale and old wood.

Theodore Nott

leaning back, rolling his eyes I'm just saying, if we're doing a stag do, it better not involve any of that muggle shit again. I still have bruises from the go-karting.

Draco Malfoy

smirks You're just sore you lost to Blaise.

Blaise Zabini

Lost? I lapped him. Twice.

At the head of the table, Mattheo Riddle sat with his arm draped over the back of the booth. His dark curls were messier than usual, a silver ring glinting on his thumb as he traced the rim of his glass.

Mattheo Riddle

grins, a little lazy You lot are gonna have to behave for the actual wedding. Aurora's already stressed enough.

The name landed like a stone dropped in still water.

Lorenzo Berkshire

As she should be. It's a big day, mate.

Blaise Zabini

raises his glass To Mattheo finally settling down. Never thought I'd see the day.

Mattheo Riddle

chuckles Neither did I.

His eyes flickered, just for a second, toward the end of the table. Toward the empty seat beside Theodore.

Draco Malfoy

quietly, to Theodore Is she coming?

Theodore Nott

shrugs, voice low Don't know. Didn't answer my owl.

Pansy Parkinson

louder, from the other end of the table, a sweet smile Where's Y/n? I thought she'd want to celebrate with her best friend.

The pause that followed was thin as glass.

Mattheo Riddle

jaw tightens, just barely She'll turn up.