Quidditch Game || Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The Slytherin locker room hummed with pre-game tension, smelling of damp earth, broom polish, and that particular sharpness of nervous sweat. Three hours until the match against Hufflepuff.

Theo Nott

tossing a practice snitch in the air If you stare any harder, the back of his head’s gonna catch fire.

Pansy Parkinson

leaning against the lockers, inspecting her nails Let her look. It’s the most interesting thing she’ll see all day, considering our seeker’s ego is the biggest thing on the pitch.

Draco Malfoy

rolling his eyes For Merlin’s sake, just go in. The pathetic longing is giving me a headache.

Mattheo turned, his dark eyes finding yours immediately. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face as he caught you watching him. He ran a hand through his already messy dark hair, the silver rings on his fingers glinting in the torchlight.

Mattheo

C'mere, brat. Don't just stand there lookin' pretty.