Toxic troubles · Y/n story by @phoebs1026

The Hogwarts Express rattled through the Scottish Highlands, rain streaking the windows in silver veins. The compartment door was shut—but not locked. Steam curled from the tracks outside, blurring the world into watercolors of green and gray.

Mattheo Riddle

You've been quiet for an hour.

The compartment was empty save for the two of you. His trunk was shoved under the seat, the lock snapped. A single silver button had come loose from his shirt—third from the top—and he hadn't bothered to fix it.

Mattheo Riddle

You gonna stare out the window all ride, or are you gonna talk to me?