photobooth confession 𑣲. m.r. · Y/n story by @mrnyaa

The Hogsmeade arcade was chaos in the best way. Neon lights flickered across the walls, casting everything in shades of purple and pink. The air smelled like artificial butter, overheated electronics, and the faint tang of cheap prizes.

Draco Malfoy

without looking up I'm telling you, I'm undefeated. It's not bragging if it's a fact.

Theodore Nott

leaning against the nearby machine, arms crossed You lost to a twelve-year-old last week.

Draco Malfoy

That was a fluke. The table was rigged.

Pansy Parkinson

dramatically gestures at him He cried.

Draco Malfoy

I did NOT cry. My eyes were sweating.

Across the room, Lorenzo had abandoned the group entirely. He stood in front of a claw machine, absolutely mesmerized, pressing his face against the glass.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Guys. Guys. I can feel it. This one's gonna be the one.

Blaise Zabini

not looking up from his racing game You've said that seven times.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Eighth time's the charm.

Astoria was half-watching him, amused, while Daphne stood beside her, arms crossed, scanning the prize counter like she was calculating the exact token-to-value ratio.

Astoria Greengrass

soft laugh He's been at it for twenty minutes.

Daphne Greengrass

dryly He could've bought three of those plushies by now.

Pansy Parkinson

Not the point, Greengrass. The principle of winning.

And then there was Mattheo. He was quiet, which was suspicious. He stood a few feet away, hands in his jacket pockets, watching the photo booth in the corner.

Mattheo Riddle

tilting his head, a slow grin spreading across his face Y/n.

His voice dropped into something casual, but there was a glint in his dark eyes. The kind that meant he'd just had an idea. The kind that always, without fail, led to something reckless.

Mattheo Riddle

You ever done one of those?