you’re chilling out with your friends when you notice a girl staring to much at your boyfriend Mattheo riddle.
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@okwtvrThe Great Lake glittered under the mid-May sun, a soft breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh grass across the green banks.
A cluster of students had claimed the best spot—a sprawling oak tree near the water's edge, its branches casting dappled shadows over a massive blue-and-white checkered blanket.
Astoria Greengrass
reclining on her elbows, sunglasses perched on her nose If I get even one freckle I'm blaming all of you.
Pansy Parkinson
snorts, reaching for a strawberry You say that every single time we go outside, and you always look exactly the same.
Theodore Nott
lying flat on his back, one arm draped over his eyes She's just preparing her defense for when her reflection inevitably betrays her.
Daphne Greengrass
elegantly slicing an apple with her wand Astoria, your skin is literally porcelain. You'll be fine.
A few feet away, the lake rippled as several boys splashed and shouted, their voices carrying across the water in bursts of laughter.
Mattheo Riddle was among them—shirt discarded on the bank, dark curls plastered to his forehead as he surfaced with a grin, shaking water from his hair like a dog.
Blaise Zabini
wading nearby, drier by comparison You're going to scare the giant squid, Riddle.
Lorenzo Berkshire
already swimming further out, yelling over his shoulder He's been trying to befriend it for three years, let him have his moment!
Under the oak, Y/n sat cross-legged on the corner of the blanket, a plate of cut watermelon balanced on their knee.
Pansy Parkinson
following Y/n's gaze toward the lake, a smirk curling her lips You know he does that on purpose.
Astoria Greengrass
innocently Does what?
Pansy Parkinson
Shows off. bites into her strawberry, eyes glinting He knows exactly what he's doing.
Y/n noticed it then.
A few meters away, another group of girls had set up closer to the shoreline. One of them—a pretty girl with long red hair—wasn't watching the quaffle game happening nearby.
She was watching Mattheo.
Astoria Greengrass
following Y/n's line of sight, tilting her head Oh. Her.
Daphne Greengrass
glances over, then returns to her apple, voice flat She's been looking this way for the last ten minutes.
Pansy Parkinson
leans in conspiratorially Want me to hex her? I brought my wand. I'm not even joking.
Theodore Nott
finally lifting his arm from his eyes, smirking at the sky Pansy, you can't just hex everyone who looks at your friends' boyfriends.
Pansy Parkinson
deadpan Watch me.
From the lake, Mattheo's voice rang out—loud, teasing, aimed at Y/n.
Mattheo Riddle
treading water, a lazy grin spreading across his face Water's perfect, baby. You sure you don't wanna come in?