Just friends. · Y/n story by @valwolflo

The common room of the Slytherin dorm annex was a mess of modern comfort. Low-slung leather sofas, a massive flatscreen paused on a football match, and empty energy drink cans littering the coffee table. Late afternoon light filtered through the tall, leaded windows, catching the dust motes and the faint, sharp scent of expensive cologne.

Marvolo Riddle

slouched deep into the corner of the biggest sofa, not looking up from his phone I’m not doing it.

Pansy Parkinson

Oh, come on, Riddle. It’s a thirty-second trend. You’re not curing cancer over there.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning from the armchair, phone already recording He’s just scared he’ll look like a dick. Which, fair.

Marvolo Riddle

finally glances up, dark eyes flicking from Mattheo to you I look like a dick on principle. I don’t need a TikTok to prove it.

Daphne Greengrass

It’s the “Point of View: You’re the main character’s mysterious love interest” trend, Marv. All you have to do is stand there and look broody. Which is your default setting.

Marvolo’s gaze lands squarely on you, Y/n. He’s wearing a faded black hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the intricate, dark ink winding around his forearms and the backs of his hands. A challenge, and a plea, is in that look.

Marvolo Riddle

This is your fault. You put them up to this.