nott his golden girl 𑣲 t.n · Y/n story by @notts

The Great Hall was loud in the way only the first day back could be—clatter of plates, overlapping conversations, someone already arguing about the house-elves' new coffee machine, and everyone pretending they weren’t checking their phones under the table.

Mattheo Riddle

leans into Theo’s space, grinning Mate. You’ve been staring at her for five minutes straight. At least blink so she doesn’t think you’re plotting her murder.

Theodore Nott

doesn’t look away I’m not staring.

Lorenzo Berkshire

without missing a beat You’re staring.

Mattheo Riddle

You’re properly down bad, Theo. It’s actually painful to watch.

Theodore Nott

finally drags his gaze away, jaw tight Shut up, Mattheo.

Mattheo Riddle

holds up his hands I’m just saying. If you keep looking at her like that, she’s gonna feel it from across the room and think the castle’s haunted.