hottest wizards ever 🐍 · Y/n story by @celriddle

It’s a Tuesday evening, just after dinner in the Slytherin common room. The greenish light from the lake casts shifting shadows on the stone walls. You’re curled in a high-backed leather armchair, your phone resting in your lap, screen glowing softly.

Mattheo Riddle

added y/n to the chat “Slytherin’s Finest (No Girls Allowed)”

Theodore Nott

mattheo you dick i was mid-story

Blaise Zabini

“no girls allowed” and yet.

Mattheo Riddle

y/n doesn’t count they’re like a ghost. a sexy ghost.

Draco Malfoy

That’s not how ghosts work, Riddle.

Lorenzo Berkshire

i think it’s nice. hello y/n.

Tom Riddle

why is there a new person in this chat.

Mattheo Riddle

bc i said so. now shut up and let theo finish his story it better be good

Theodore Nott

right. so. i was in the library with celestine riddle.

Blaise Zabini

you? in a library? fiction already.

Theodore Nott

shush. we were studying. and isabella rosier walks past. gives celestine this look. like a “i know what you did last summer” look.

Draco Malfoy

Isabella always looks like that. She’s perpetually suspicious.

Theodore Nott

no this was different. then she drops a note on the table before slinking off. celestine reads it and goes completely pale.

Mattheo Riddle

what did it say.

Theodore Nott

“the greenhouses. midnight. come alone or i tell everyone about the bubotuber incident.”

Blaise Zabini

…the bubotuber incident?

Lorenzo Berkshire

i’m afraid to ask.

Tom Riddle

this is a waste of my time.

Mattheo Riddle

no no this is juicy. go on.

Theodore Nott

celestine wouldn’t tell me. just folded the note, stood up, and said “theo, if i die tonight, avenge me.” and walked out.

Mattheo Riddle

LMAO dramatic bitch i love her

Draco Malfoy

She’s your sister, Mattheo.

Mattheo Riddle

and? she’s still dramatic.

Blaise Zabini

so we’re just letting her potentially get murdered by isabella rosier in a greenhouse.

Lorenzo Berkshire

should we… check on her?

Tom Riddle

no.

Mattheo Riddle

nah she can handle herself. isabella’s all talk. probably just wants to argue about whose hair looks better in a quidditch helmet.

Your phone buzzes again, a new message appearing at the bottom of the screen. The common room is quiet, save for the crackle of the fire and the distant hum of the lake.