steal my girl | M.R · Y/n story by @xstarfire

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chaos of dinner time. Golden plates clattered, ghosts glided through tables, and the ceiling mirrored the darkening sky outside.

Mattheo Riddle

sliding onto the bench beside you, his arm immediately finding its place around your waist there you are, baby girl.

Theodore Nott

from across the table, rolling his eyes mate, you literally saw her twenty minutes ago in transfiguration.

Mattheo Riddle

ignoring Theo completely, green eyes fixed on you miss me?

Lorenzo Berkshire

snorting into his pumpkin juice he's been insufferable all day. kept checking his watch every five seconds.

A few tables over, you caught the eyes of some gryffindor boys. They weren't looking at your face.

Mattheo Riddle

following your gaze, jaw tightening the fuck are they staring at?