pretend · Y/n story by @kissmeimfading

The Hogwarts Express shuddered to a halt at Hogsmeade Station, steam curling into the grey October sky like dragon's breath. Students spilled onto the platform in a tide of black robes and chatter, but Y/n hung back, watching her brother get swept away by a crowd of admirers before she'd even stepped off the train.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning against the side of the train, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth Potter's lost his shadow. You look almost disappointed.

He was taller than she remembered. Dark curls fell across his forehead, and his eyes—his father's eyes, though she'd never say it aloud—held a glint of amusement as they traced over her.

Lorenzo Berkshire

appearing at his shoulder, eyebrow raised Riddle, why are you talking to a Potter? The wrong one, at that.

Mattheo Riddle

ignoring him, pushing off the train You've been staring at me since the train pulled in. Either you're planning to hex me, or you want something. Which is it?