she likes me more, riddle. · Y/n story by @aria

The air outside the cabin bites, sharp and clean with the scent of pine and frozen lake. Inside, the world is warmth and woodsmoke. A massive stone fireplace crackles at one end of the great room, casting dancing light over worn leather sofas and a thick, patterned rug. Through the wide windows, the Finnish forest is a silent, blue-white expanse under a heavy sky.

Theodore Nott

stretched on a sofa, toeing one of Blaise’s abandoned trainers If someone doesn’t move this, I’m Vanishing it. I’m serious.

Blaise Zabini

from the kitchen archway, holding two bottles You vanish my shoe, I vanish your left sock. Forever. See how you like a cold ankle.

Lorenzo Berkshire

It’s my house, no Vanishing. Use your hands like a civilized person. He’s carefully levitating a string of enchanted fairy lights to drape over the mantelpiece.

Draco Malfoy

nose in a Quidditch magazine Civilized. Right. Says the bloke who brought a case of Exploding Snap that’s currently leaking glitter into my bag.

In a plush armchair by the fire, Tom Riddle sits perfectly still, watching the flames. He doesn’t join the bickering, just observes it like a mildly interesting experiment. He looks older than the rest, all sharp angles and a stillness that makes the room feel quieter around him.

Isabella Riddle

holding up the parchment Look! Merm’id!

Mattheo Riddle

under his breath, just loud enough to carry It’s a green blob, Izzy. A very… enthusiastic blob.

Isabella Riddle

ignoring him, tapping Y/n’s knee Y/n see? For you.

Mattheo’s jaw tightens. He shoots a look at Tom, who merely lifts a single eyebrow in return, then turns his gaze back to the fire.