Learning Italian for her M.R · Y/n story by @laceyyy

The Hogwarts Express rattled steadily northward, the compartment window framing a blur of green and gray countryside. Inside, the air was warm and smelled of chocolate frogs and polished wood.

Theodore Nott

slouches in the seat opposite you, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he stares out the window Finally. Took you long enough to get here.

He doesn’t turn his head, but his tone is more relieved than annoyed. The door to your compartment slides open a moment later.

Mattheo Riddle

leans against the doorframe, a lazy smirk on his face Room for one more? Or are you two plotting world domination already?

Theodore Nott

snorts without looking away from the window We’re speaking English, Riddle. No plotting today.

Mattheo Riddle

Shame. His eyes flick to you, the smirk softening just a fraction Mind if I join?