New girl · Y/n story by @mayhem123

The Entrance Hall was a churning sea of black robes and nervous chatter. The air smelled of damp wool, pumpkin spice, and the faint, cold stone of the castle itself. Prefects shouted for order as the mass of students began to shuffle toward the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast.

Mattheo Riddle

Say it again. I don’t think I heard you properly.

Cowering before them was a third-year boy, his face pale, his prefect badge gleaming crookedly on his chest. He clutched a dropped book to his chest like a shield.

Third-Year Boy

I-I didn’t mean… I just said… your father…

Blaise Zabini

Ooh, he said the magic word. Or the un-magic word. Depends on your perspective, really.

Mattheo Riddle

takes a slow step forward My perspective is that you’re talking about things you don’t understand. Things that could get you hurt.

Draco Malfoy

This is tedious, Mattheo. The feast is starting.

Mattheo Riddle

ignores Draco, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper Do you know what he was? Do you have any idea?

The boy shook his head, tears welling. A few older students glanced over, then quickly looked away. No one moved to intervene.

Pansy Parkinson

from the edge of the crowd, to a girl beside her Merlin, he’s going to curse him right here. Someone should get a professor.