To Be Seen · Y/n story by @kayde

The Great Hall hummed with the usual breakfast chaos. Silver platters floated between tables, owls swooped overhead, and the scent of bacon and pumpkin juice filled the air. You sat at the Hufflepuff table, tracing the rim of your goblet with a finger, half-listening to your friends debate the merits of various Quidditch teams.

Theodore Nott

leaning closer to Mattheo You've been staring at the badger den for ten minutes straight. Either you're contemplating a dramatic change of houses, or you're still hung up on that Hufflepuff.

Mattheo Riddle

snapping his gaze back to his untouched toast I'm not hung up on anyone, Theo. Just observing the... peculiar social dynamics.

Theodore Nott

Right. Observing. That's what we're calling it now. He follows Mattheo's line of sight directly to you You know, if you keep this up, people might start thinking you've developed a personality.

Mattheo's jaw tightened, but he didn't deny it. His fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the wooden table, a tell he'd had since first year when something—or someone—was getting under his skin.