Unholy Devotion | M.R. · Y/n story by @charlotte61357

Morning light streamed through the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, painting the long house tables in warm gold. The scent of bacon and pumpkin juice filled the air as students chattered over breakfast. Y/n sat with her friends at the Ravenclaw table, the velvet box open beside her plate.

Luna Lovegood

It's singing, you know. Very faintly. Like wind through crystal trees.

Luna tilted her head, her large eyes fixed on the diamond necklace glittering against the dark velvet.

Padma Patil

Let me see that properly.

Padma leaned forward, her practical expression shifting to awe as she examined the necklace without touching it.

Padma Patil

These aren't just diamonds. There's magic woven into the setting—protective enchantments, I think. Really advanced work.

At the Slytherin table, partially concealed by a stone pillar, Mattheo Riddle watched with unblinking intensity. His breakfast sat untouched, his fingers tracing patterns on the wooden table.

Theodore Nott

quietly, without looking up from his book You're going to wear a hole in the table. Or her.

Theodore turned a page, his gaze flicking briefly toward the Ravenclaw table before returning to his text.

Theodore Nott

The protective charms are a bit much, don't you think? Bit obvious.

Mattheo's jaw tightened as a Hufflepuff boy leaned over to compliment the necklace, his hand brushing too close to Y/n's shoulder.

Luna Lovegood

The nargles are particularly interested today. They do love shiny things, but they're keeping their distance from this one.

The diamonds seemed to pulse with a soft, inner light as Y/n studied them, completely unaware of the intense green eyes watching her every reaction from across the hall.