“I’m gonna break up with her mid-summer. That way I can have my fun and then do my own shit.” That’s what Mattheo said to Theodore Nott over the phone. Tom heard it, he’d scoffed and walked off into his study. Summer was just around the corner and you always came by for the summer from London. You’d been with Mattheo Riddle since you were 17—you’re 19 now. You’ve both just graduated, and you’ve received word from Astoria, your best friend that Mattheo was planning on proposing to you this summer. You made sure to bring your best clothes, and you never EVER went anywhere without your hair blower. The Riddle’s always went all out for their summer vacations, this year would be no different. This year summer would be spent on a magical island, your friends included. Whilst you were waiting for a proposal to happen, Tom Riddle was counting down the minutes until his little brother commits the second biggest mistake of his life. Because the first was ever thinking he was good enough for you.
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@pestThe plane touches down with a soft jolt, the hum of enchanted engines fading into the distant cry of gulls. Through the window, the island sprawls in impossible greens and golds, a jewel of magic and summer heat. The air that rushes in when the doors open is thick with salt and blooming flowers, warm against your skin.