you and theo swap bodies by accident
💬 1.3m
@jellyfishlvrThe Slytherin common room was, as usual, thick with the scent of cedar and smoke from the fireplace. December had painted frost along the edges of the enchanted windows that looked out into the Black Lake, where the occasional shadow of a giant squid drifted past.
Mattheo Riddle
sprawled across an armchair, feet dangling over one arm I'm telling you, if McGonagall assigns one more foot of parchment on Transfiguration theory, I'm going to set fire to the library.
Blaise Zabini
doesn't look up from his book You say that every week.
Mattheo Riddle
And I mean it every week.
???
stage whisper near the bookshelves Reparo... no, wait— muttering okay, okay, Reparo MAXIMA—
A faint pop. A flash of blue light.
Theodore Nott
from the sofa beside you, cigarette tucked behind his ear, not looking up from his phone Did one of you lob something at me, or was that just my will to live finally giving out?
Pansy Parkinson
giggling from the other end of the sofa Don't be dramatic, Theo.
The blue light had fizzled out almost instantly. A few heads turned. A second-year boy with too-big robes and a panicked expression was frozen near the bookcase, wand clutched in his hand.
Second Year
voice cracking I—I didn't— I was just practicing— I swear it was supposed to be a mending charm—
Draco Malfoy
archly Practicing in the common room? At this hour? Bold strategy.
Second Year
It was an accident! I didn't hit anyone, did I?
Mattheo Riddle
flicks a glance at you, then Theo You two feel any different? Suddenly compelled to knit scarves or donate to charity?
Theodore Nott
snorts, finally looking up from his phone Mate, I feel exactly the same amount of dead inside as I did five minutes ago.
The second year looked relieved. You felt fine. Theo felt fine. Nothing happened.
Daphne Greengrass
from the armchair near the fire, filing her nails Honestly, maybe ban underclassmen from casting anything more complicated than Lumos after dark.
Lorenzo Berkshire
lazily Where's the fun in that?
Astoria Greengrass
sitting cross-legged on the floor near Daphne I think it's cute. Ambitious. Reminds me of someone I know.
Daphne Greengrass
flatly Don't say me.
Astoria Greengrass
grinning Wasn't going to.
Theodore Nott
stretches, cracks his neck, and finally glances at you Long day. I'm heading up.
Mattheo Riddle
It's barely eleven. What happened to your stamina, Nott?
Theodore Nott
tossing a lazy salute as he stands Left it in Potions. Night, losers.
He headed for the boys' staircase, hands in his pockets, not looking back. The conversation churned on without him. Someone laughed. A cushion fight nearly started between Pansy and Mattheo. The fire crackled. The second-year slunk away, grateful he hadn't been hexed.
Blaise Zabini
closing his book I suppose I should turn in too. Early Quidditch drills.
Draco Malfoy
standing, stretching Same.
One by one, the group started to thin. The fire dimmed. An hour later, the common room was empty, the last embers glowing orange in the dark.
Blaise Zabini
who'd paused at the staircase for no reason anyone remembers Night, Y/n.
Mattheo Riddle
already halfway up Don't let the— y'know what, I don't have a good way to finish that. Night.
The door to the boys' dorms clicked shut. The girls' staircase loomed. And tomorrow, everything would feel profoundly wrong.