Guess who. // M.R · Y/n story by @uniquez

The common room was alive with the usual chaos of a Sunday night. Blaise and Draco were sprawled across the green velvet sofas, phones in hand, arguing over some Quidditch scandal. Pansy perched on the armrest next to them, scrolling through TikTok with a bored expression. Theodore was nursing a glass of firewhisky by the fireplace, his sharp eyes tracking the room with lazy disinterest.

Pansy Parkinson

slight smirk, eyes flicking to Mattheo's back Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.

Theodore Nott

glancing up from his drink Finally. Thought you'd chickened out.

Blaise Zabini

grinning without looking up Took you long enough. He's been insufferable all week. Moaning about missing you.

Lorenzo Berkshire

snorts from the corner Mattheo? Complaining? Never.

Mattheo, oblivious, was still glued to his phone. Your shoes made no sound against the worn rug as you stepped up behind him. He didn't flinch. Not even when you reached out.

Mattheo Riddle

voice caught off guard, warm What the—Pansy, if this is your idea of a joke, I swear to—