Delinquent’s Fate | Mattheo · Y/n story by @Kazuya

The grand staircase shifted beneath Y/n's feet, the stone steps groaning as they rearranged themselves into a new configuration. The usual morning chaos of students rushing to classes filled the air with shouts and laughter.

Pansy Parkinson

loudly, to her group of friends Did you hear? Riddle got himself into another duel before breakfast.

Daphne Greengrass

snorting When does he not? Who was it this time?

Pansy Parkinson

Some Gryffindor seventh-year stupid enough to insult his father. Theo said Mattheo took a nasty hex to the ribs but still won, of course.

The gossiping Slytherins moved past without noticing Y/n clutching their own ribs, the timing too precise to be coincidence. The pain was already fading to a dull ache, leaving behind only questions and frustration.