new ink || Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @swaggydivaa

The neon sign of The Leaky Cauldron flickered overhead, casting a red glow onto the wet cobblestones below.

Blaise Zabini

raises his glass To Friday. Fucking finally.

Draco Malfoy

clinks his glass lazily To Riddle finally shutting up about Y/n for five minutes.

Theodore Nott

snorts Good luck with that.

Mattheo Riddle

grins, leaning back in his booth Can't help it, mate. She's perfect. You lot wouldn't get it.

Draco Malfoy

We get it. We've gotten it for two years. Every single day.

Mattheo just shrugged, taking a long pull from his beer. His eyes were already a little glassy, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

Blaise Zabini

signals the bartender for another round One more, then we're cutting you off. Y/n will kill me if I let you stumble home reeking again.

Mattheo Riddle

waves a dismissive hand She loves when I'm affectionate.

Theodore Nott

You're always affectionate. It's exhausting.

Mattheo Riddle

laughs, but his gaze drifts Yeah, well. She deserves it.

He was quiet for a moment, swirling the last of his drink. Then his eyes caught something across the street—a small, grungy shop with flickering lights. A neon sign buzzed: INK & NEEDLE.

Mattheo Riddle

tilts his head Boys.

Draco Malfoy

already suspicious No.

Mattheo Riddle

I've got an idea.