The Golden Boy - T.M. · Y/n story by @hupleains

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chaos of lunch—plates clattering, voices overlapping, the occasional shriek of laughter echoing off the enchanted ceiling. You'd found your usual spot at the end of the Gryffindor table, slightly apart from the clusters of friends, a book propped open beside your plate.

Abraxas Malfoy

loud, carrying over the din I'm just saying, if she's going to stare like that, she could at least do it from somewhere interesting. Not the same corner every time.

Mattheo Riddle

glancing down the hall, lazy grin Leave her alone, Malfoy. Maybe she's counting your teeth.

Abraxas Malfoy

snorts She'd need to get close enough to see them first.

Theodore Nott

dry, not looking up from his plate She heard you.

Abraxas Malfoy

Good. Then she's not deaf. One mystery solved.

A pause. Then a presence slid into the seat across from you, unhurried, deliberate. You didn't need to look up.

Tom Riddle

voice smooth, calm, carrying a warmth that didn't quite reach his eyes Don't let them bother you. They're worse when they're bored.