the roommates ✧ · Y/n story by @aria

The Slytherin girls' dormitory wasn't what Y/n had expected. Ancient stone walls, yes. Green and silver tapestries, yes. But the beds were pushed together in a cluster, all five of them, with mismatched bedding and pillows thrown everywhere like someone had been having a pillow fight that never quite ended.

Theodore Nott

leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette tucked behind his ear So you're the new girl.

He was all sharp cheekbones and dark, untucked shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Half-Italian, the sorting hat had announced last year, though no one needed the hat to see it.

Blaise Zabini

pushing past Theodore, dropping onto the nearest bed Move, Theo. Let her breathe.

He was tall, dark-skinned, with a lazy confidence that made the room feel smaller. His quidditch jersey. His bed.

Lorenzo Berkshire

appearing behind them, hair tousled, grinning Heard you're a Beauxbatons transfer. Shame. Their uniforms are hot.

Theodore Nott

shoving Lorenzo Dickhead.

???

a low voice from the hallway Move, or I'll move you.

The boys parted—reluctantly, lazily—and two more figures stepped into the room.

Mattheo Riddle

cigarette hanging from his lips, wild brown curls falling into his eyes, looking Y/n up and down with something unreadable Dark Lord's daughter. No shit.

Blaise Zabini

snorts Takes one to know one.

Mattheo Riddle

ignoring Blaise, eyes still on Y/n You got a name, princess?