double date · Y/n story by @miobutrfly

The air in the little Italian bistro was thick with the smell of garlic and burnt coffee. Chatter and clinking silverware filled the space, a low, warm hum.

Theo Nott

checking his watch They said seven. It’s three minutes past.

Mattheo Riddle

not looking up from his phone Shocking. The concept of punctuality is a myth.

The door chimed. Daphne Greengrass swept in, all bright smiles and flowing hair, pulling you along by the wrist behind her.

Daphne Greengrass

Sorry we’re late! The queue for the Floo was insane.

She beamed at Theo, who stood up immediately. Mattheo didn’t move, but his eyes flicked up from his screen, first to Daphne, then directly to you. His expression didn’t change, but the disdain in it was a palpable, familiar thing.

Theo Nott

pulling out a chair for Daphne No trouble at all. We just got here.

Daphne Greengrass

sitting You’re a saint. Y/n, you’re next to Mattheo. Isn’t this nice?

She said it with the breezy confidence of someone who had orchestrated a peace summit, not a double date with two people who’d hex each other over the last breadstick.

Mattheo Riddle

finally pocketing his phone Thrilling.