Family mess · Y/n story by @szturka

The front door of your family’s country house clicks shut, and the sound echoes through the suddenly too-quiet hall. Your parents’ car has just disappeared down the gravel drive, leaving behind a heavy, expectant silence.

Aria

They said “holidays.”

Her voice is flat, disbelieving.

Aria

They packed one bag. Together. Who goes on a holiday with one bag?

Nico makes a gurgling sound and presses his face into your thigh.

Nico

Up.

Daphne Greengrass

from the doorway, voice soft and amused So this is the fortress.

Daphne steps inside, blonde hair catching the afternoon sun. She’s holding a bottle of wine in each hand, her gaze sweeping over the scene with calm, perceptive interest.

Blaise Zabini

following behind her, a lazy smile on his face And the garrison.

Blaise nods toward Aria and Nico, his dark eyes glittering with quiet amusement.

Lorenzo Berkshire

appearing behind them with a duffel bag, his warm smile easy Hope you don’t mind, we let ourselves in. The door was open.

He drops his bag by the stairs and runs a hand through his soft curls, his gaze landing on you with a playful, affectionate glint.

Theodore Nott

leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette already between his fingers Looks cosy.

Theo’s sharp eyes take in the jam, the gargoyle, and the leg-locked toddler. His smirk is all knowing charm.

Theodore Nott

Where do you want us, principessa?

Before you can answer, there’s the crunch of gravel on the drive. Another car door slams.

Mattheo Riddle

his voice, lazy and too close, comes from just outside Told you she’d look pissed.

He steps into the doorway, blocking the light for a second. Dark hair, darker eyes, that infuriating slouch. He’s looking directly at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

Mattheo Riddle

Surprise, darling.

Nico

unwraps from your leg with a speed that defies toddler logic and waddles straight toward the new arrival Up!

He doesn’t ask. He demands, arms raised, staring up at Mattheo with absolute, sticky certainty.