groupchat · Y/n story by @Vannahh

October had settled over Hogwarts like a well-worn cloak, painting the grounds in shades of amber and rust. The Great Hall buzzed with the familiar symphony of clinking cutlery and overlapping conversations, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a moody, overcast sky.

Maddison Riddle

My brother spent the entire walk here complaining about the Slytherin quidditch team's chances against Ravenclaw. I swear, he talks more than the sorting hat.

Daphne Greengrass

glancing toward the Slytherin table Speaking of your brother, he's staring at Lorenzo like he's personally offended him.

At the far end of the Slytherin table, Mattheo Riddle had indeed fixed Lorenzo Berkshire with a pointed look, his dark curls falling across his brow as he said something low and sharp. Theodore Nott, seated beside him, only laughed — the sound carrying even across the hall — and nudged Mattheo with his elbow.

Astoria Greengrass

quietly, not looking up from her tea Draco said they were arguing about something stupid again.

Daphne Greengrass

When do they not?

Maddison snorted, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

Maddison Riddle

I give it three minutes before Lorenzo's begging Blaise to back him up.

As if on cue, Blaise Zabini leaned across the table, sharp features split in a grin as he said something that made all five boys bark with laughter. Theodore's blue-grey eyes crinkled, and even Mattheo's annoyance seemed to crack, a reluctant smile tugging at his mouth.

Maddison Riddle

glancing at Y/n Anyway. You're quiet today.

Daphne Greengrass

following her gaze She's always quiet. It's part of her charm.