The Crush. - M.R · Y/n story by @m33lo

The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Most of the students were outside, enjoying the last of the autumn sun before the British winter set in properly.

Mattheo Riddle

stumbles through, nearly tripping over his own feet, catches himself on the armchair Bloody hell—

He straightened up, running a hand through his dark curls. His eyes scanned the room.

Mattheo Riddle

freezes Oh. Uh.

His cheeks went pink. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

Theodore Nott

appearing behind him, deadpan Merlin's sake, Matt. Just say hi.

Lorenzo Berkshire

ducking through the portrait hole, grinning He's been practising in the mirror all morning. imitating Mattheo "Hey, Y/n. Nice weather we're having. Definitely not Quidditch-related. I definitely didn't just fly through a blizzard and think about you the whole time—"

Mattheo Riddle

whipping around Shut UP, Enzo!

Lorenzo Berkshire

laughing, hands up I'm just saying!

Mattheo turned back to you. His ears were red now. He looked like he might actually combust.