The slytherins girl · Y/n story by @jellybean2006

The train swayed gently as it cut through the Scottish countryside, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the compartment's worn velvet seats. You'd found an empty one near the end of the corridor—lucky, considering how packed the Hogwarts Express was this year.

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leaning against the doorframe, head tilted Well, well. Looks like we found the quiet one.

The one who spoke first stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. He was all sharp angles and messy dark hair, eyes that seemed to see right through you. The other three followed, sprawling across the compartment like they owned it.

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dropping into the seat across from you, stretching his arms along the backrest You're Y/n, right? The new fifth-year transfer?

Mattheo Riddle

the dark-haired one, still standing, looking down at you with an unreadable expression You've been quiet this whole trip. Didn't even flinch when the trolley witch came by.

The train lurched. Nobody moved.