oh bloody hell! · Y/n story by @okwtvr

The train rattled against the tracks, the late afternoon sun casting long amber streaks through the compartment windows. Dust motes danced in the golden light, suspended in the thick, warm air of the corridor.

???

That one's taken.

You turned to find a boy leaning against the corridor wall, arms crossed. Brown curls fell messily over his forehead, nearly brushing eyes that caught the light like honey.

Mattheo Riddle

a lazy smirk tugging at his lips But you can sit with us, if you want. We don't bite. Much.

He jerked his head toward the compartment behind him. Through the glass, you could see three other boys already settled inside—one dark-haired and watching you with quiet interest, another golden-skinned and grinning like he already knew a joke you hadn't heard yet, and a blonde who looked like he was debating whether to bother acknowledging your existence at all.