You can hear all the boys thoughs in hogwarts… a blessing and a curse
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@okwtvrThe first thing you noticed was the throbbing behind your eyes.
Not the usual kind. Deeper. Like something pressing against the inside of your skull, trying to push through.
The second thing you noticed was the noise.
It wasn't coming from the common room below. It wasn't coming from anywhere you could see.
It was inside your head.
???
-don't even know why she's with him, honestly-
-hope Potter loses in quidditch this year, arrogant git-
-forgot to finish the transfiguration essay, McGonagall's going to kill me-
-wonder if she'd say yes if I asked her to Hogsmeade-
You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing the heels of your palms against them.
The voices didn't stop.
When you finally opened your eyes again, the Slytherin common room was exactly as it had been the night before. Dim green light filtering through the lake water. Low fire crackling in the grate. A few students scattered across the leather couches, some nursing tea, others half-asleep.
Except now, you could hear them.
Not their words. Their thoughts.
Mattheo Riddle
lounged in the armchair closest to the fire, legs kicked out, a cigarette balanced between his fingers despite the clear house rules against smoking indoors Look alive, Nott. You're making the rest of us look bad.
Theodore Nott
didn't look up from his book I'm reading.
Mattheo Riddle
You're always reading. I'm starting to think you just hold it upside down to avoid talking to us.
Theodore Nott
If I wanted to avoid talking to you, I'd sit somewhere else.
A snicker from the corner. Lorenzo Berkshire, grinning into his tea.
Lorenzo Berkshire
He's got you there, Matt.
???
-god he's insufferable this morning- a feminine voice, sharp and familiar
Pansy Parkinson. You didn't need mind reading to know she was thinking it—her expression said it all.
???
-headache or something? Y/n looks rough-
That one made you freeze.
The voice was smooth. Careful. A little curious.
You glanced toward the source without meaning to.
Lorenzo was already looking at you, head tilted, cup paused halfway to his lips.
Lorenzo Berkshire
You alright there, Y/n? You look a bit green. And I don't mean in the Slytherin way.
Mattheo Riddle
glanced over, eyes narrowing slightly She does actually. What's wrong with you?
Three sets of eyes on you now.