She’s not even here yet, and half the school’s acting like the Dark Lord himself is walking in.

leans back in his seat, grinning Can you blame them? It’s not every day a Beauxbatons transfer shows up with a surname that makes people flinch.

scoffs, pushing his food around his plate She’s Bellatrix Lestrange’s daughter. People are going to lose their minds.

smirks Some of us are looking forward to it.

elbows Blaise You just want to see if she’s fit.

That too.

glances toward the doors She’s late.

doesn’t look up from the goblet he’s turning slowly in his hand Maybe she’s got better things to do.

raises an eyebrow You’ve been quiet, Riddle. Not interested in the newest addition to our house?

shrugs, lips twitching I’m sure she’ll be interesting.

from a few seats down, leans toward him with a bright smile I heard she’s absolutely terrifying. Probably not your type, Mattheo.

doesn’t bother looking at her You don’t know my type.

whistles low under his breath Bloody hell.

eyes wide That’s her.

sits up straighter She looks like she’s about to hex the first person who breathes wrong.

amused I like her already.

hisses What the fuck are you doing?

ignores him, already walking

stares, smile frozen Where is he going?

grabs Daphne’s arm No way.

smirks, voice warm and deliberately casual There you are, darling. Took you long enough.