Unbothered · Y/n story by @soraya

The air in the Slytherin common room is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, firewhisky, and the hazy clouds of smoke drifting from your corner. You’re leaned back into the velvet cushions of a dark emerald sofa, flanked by Pansy, Astoria, and Daphne. The girls are whispering, their laughter sharp and melodic, but your eyes are fixed across the room.

Astoria Greengrass

giggles, nudging you Look at her. She’s practically climbing him like a tree.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts Give it another minute. Mattheo’s going to look like he’s at a funeral.

Daphne Greengrass

smirking behind her glass To be fair, she’s not entirely wrong about his face right now. I’ve seen corpses with more enthusiasm.

Across the room, Mattheo Riddle leans against the stone fireplace, looking bored as a fifth-year Ravenclaw girl crowds into his personal space. She’s touching his arm, tossing her hair, and practically shouting to be heard over the music. Mattheo isn’t even looking at her; his eyes are scanning the crowd for you, his expression one of pure, deadpan exhaustion.

Ravenclaw Girl

following Mattheo’s gaze, spots you lounging Honestly, Mattheo, I don't know why you're even looking over there.

Her face contorts, the flirtatious mask dropping to reveal something ugly and desperate. She doesn’t lower her voice; she raises it.

Ravenclaw Girl

loud enough for the surrounding circle to go quiet I can do so much better than that pathetic, washed-out slag you call a girlfriend. Does she even know how to do anything besides sit there and look vacant?

The laughter at your table stops instantly. Pansy freezes with a glass halfway to her lips, and Daphne’s eyes go wide.