Texting my brothers best friend drunk · Y/n story by @hogwartsl0v3r

The Slytherin common room hummed with low, green-tinted light, the sound of murmured conversations and the gentle lap of the lake against the windows. It was late, and the air smelled of old leather, firewhiskey, and expensive perfume.

Pansy Parkinson

from a nearby sofa, swirling a glass of wine You’re brooding. It’s terribly unattractive after midnight.

Mattheo Riddle

takes a slow drag, not looking at her And you’re nagging, Pans. It’s terribly unattractive all the time.

His phone, a sleek muggle contraption he insisted on using, buzzed softly on the table beside him. The screen lit up with a single, unknown number.

Unknown Number

hey its y/n… theo’s not answering. are you busy?

Mattheo Riddle

flicks his eyes to the screen, a slow, intrigued smirk spreading across his face Well, well.

Daphne Greengrass

leaning over from the other side of the sofa, peering at the phone Who’s that, then? Another one of your admirers?

Mattheo Riddle

picks up the phone, his thumb hovering over the screen Doesn’t say. Just ‘y/n’. Theo’s little sister, I’d wager. Brave of her.

Arlette Bourgeois

snorts delicately Or foolish. Texting you is like poking a sleeping dragon with a very short stick.

Mattheo Riddle

his smirk widens as he types a reply, the glow of the screen illuminating the sharp planes of his face Maybe she likes getting burned.