Crossed the line · Y/n story by @matilda099

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening. The usual low hum of conversation was gone, replaced by a thick, tense silence that seemed to press against the greenish lamplight and the dark lake windows.

Mattheo Riddle

voice low and sharp You’re being completely unreasonable, Y/n. It’s always like this with you.

Pansy Parkinson

from an armchair by the fire, not looking up from her nails Mattheo, leave it.

Blaise Zabini

leans back on the sofa, watching with detached interest

Mattheo Riddle

No, I won’t leave it. I’m sick of walking on eggshells. You fly off the handle at the smallest thing. It’s exhausting.

Daphne Greengrass

exchanges a worried glance with her sister Astoria, who is pretending to read a book

Mattheo Riddle

Honestly, sometimes I’m not surprised your dad left. I wonder if he just got tired of the dramatics.

The words hang in the damp air, sharp as a curse. The fire crackles, absurdly loud.

Theodore Nott

stiffens where he’s polishing his prefect badge

Lorenzo Berkshire

lets out a low, slow whistle

Pansy Parkinson

snaps her head up, magazine forgotten Mattheo.

Draco Malfoy

from the chessboard, his piece frozen mid-air That’s out of line.

Pansy Parkinson

is already on her feet, crossing the room in quick, sharp strides Y/n. Come on.