I hate her... · Y/n story by @Mya44

The Slytherin common room was bathed in the low green glow of the enchanted lake beyond the windows. The usual Friday night hum of conversation filled the air—a game of Exploding Snap by the fire, a group huddled around Daphne's phone watching something on Netflix.

Pansy Parkinson

I swear, if Snape gives me one more Outstanding with a passive-aggressive note—

Daphne Greengrass

You'd cry tears of joy, Pansy. Let's be real.

Pansy Parkinson

flicks her hair I'd cry tears of boredom.

Then the portrait door swung open, and the laughter came first.

???

—and then he just fell backward into the fountain! Like, full-on—

Mattheo Riddle stepped through, his arm slung easily around the shoulders of a girl you'd never seen before. She was pretty. Really pretty. Dark hair, big eyes, a smile that was bright and unguarded in a way most Slytherins weren't.

Pansy Parkinson

quieter now Who's that?

Daphne Greengrass

Don't know. But apparently he does.

The girl—Ella, you'd learn later—said something back, her hand brushing his arm as she laughed. Mattheo grinned, and for a second, he looked at her like she was the only person in the room.