Love triangle. · Y/n story by @ar_bella

The astronomy tower stretched high above the castle, moonlight spilling through the arched windows in silver pools across the stone floor.

Mattheo Riddle

a low voice, almost amused So. Both of us, together. This ought to be good.

Theodore Nott

tilts his head You've been quiet all week, Y/n. Skipping breakfast. Looking pale.

Mattheo Riddle

uncrosses his arms, steps closer What's going on?

The wind howled softly through the gaps in the stonework. Somewhere below, a door creaked shut.