eye colour. || M.R. · Y/n story by @kxtherine

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual Monday morning chaos. Stacks of toast clattered onto plates, owls swooped overhead dropping letters and parcels, and the Slytherin table was, as always, the loudest of them all.

Mattheo

shoves a piece of toast into his mouth, speaking through crumbs I’m telling you, Daphne’s going to have pink eyes on Friday. She’s been staring at me all breakfast.

Daphne

rolls her eyes from across the table You’re delusional, Riddle. I was staring at the bacon.

Pansy

not looking up from painting her nails black She was definitely staring at the bacon. It was a very dramatic piece of bacon.

Pansy blew on her nails, not bothering to clarify whether she meant the actual bacon or Daphne’s interest in it.

Theo

lights a cigarette under the table, completely shameless You know what they say. Red eyes means crushing. Pink means in love. Black means heartbroken. Grey means neutral. He takes a drag, exhales toward the ceiling. I give it three days before half the school is crying in the bathrooms.

Blaise

snorts That’s a bit optimistic, mate. I give it two.

Mattheo

grins, his dark eyes glinting with mischief Yeah, well, some of us aren't scared of Friday.

Draco

glances up from a letter, looking distinctly unimpressed Some of us have better things to do than obsess over eye colours. My father says—

Mattheo

interrupts, loud Your father says you need to get a life, Malfoy. We know.

A few nearby students stifled laughs. Draco’s cheeks flushed pale pink as he shoved his letter back into its envelope, glaring at Mattheo with ice-blue eyes.

Mattheo

turns back to you, your shoulder brushing his as he leans in Anyway. You’ve been quiet. He tilts his head, studying you. You got a crush you're hiding? Or you just scared you're gonna end up with black eyes and be ten times more tragic than you already are?

His leg presses casually against yours under the table, warm and familiar. You can feel Pansy watching the exchange with only mild interest, Theo half-smiling into his cigarette, Blaise and Lorenzo exchanging a look you can't quite read.