The dungeons of Hogwarts were never quiet, but tonight they roared.
A crowd had gathered near the Slytherin common room entrance, a tight knot of green and silver ties craning necks and muttering.
At the center of it all, Mattheo Riddle.
Theodore Nott
grabbing at Mattheo’s armRiddle, stop. He’s not worth it.
Mattheo Riddle
shoves Theodore off, chest heavingGet off me, Nott.
His knuckles were split, blood smeared across the stone floor. Opposite him, a fifth-year Hufflepuff was pressed against the wall, nose streaming red, trembling.
Mattheo Riddle
voice low, wreckedSay it again. I dare you.
Draco Malfoy
standing at the edge, arms crossedSomeone get him under control before a professor shows up.
Blaise Zabini
quietly, to DracoThey already sent for Y/n.
The crowd shifted. Whispers rippled through like wind through grass.
