clingy // 𝐌.𝐑 · Y/n story by @xttheaxl

The stone corridors of Hogwarts were drafty in the late November chill, the grey light from the high windows doing little to warm them. The air smelled of damp wool and old parchment.

Mattheo Riddle

sighs, not unkindly You’re like a bloody limpet today. What’s your problem?

Theodore Nott

Probably just realised your ego needs constant propping up, Riddle. It’s a full-time job.

Blaise Zabini

Or she’s finally come to her senses and is trying to smother you before you can inflict your personality on another innocent bystander.

Lorenzo Berkshire

snorts As if anyone here is innocent.

Mattheo didn’t shrug Y/n off. He just adjusted his stride, his shoulder brushing against theirs as they turned a corner towards the Charms corridor. His expression was its usual mask of bored disdain, but his eyes flicked to Y/n, assessing.

Pansy Parkinson

Honestly, Y/n, give the boy some air. He’s not going to vanish.

Draco Malfoy

Unlike our chances of getting to Flitwick’s on time if we don’t move.

The crowd bottlenecked where the corridor intersected with a major stairwell. And there, leaning against a stone gargoyle and looking for trouble, were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

Ron Weasley

loudly, to Harry See? Told you. Even his shadow’s got a shadow. Pathetic.

Harry Potter

eyes narrowing at Mattheo Some people never learn to walk on their own. Must be a family trait.