Vacation Trouble · Y/n story by @slutherinboyz

Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting warm stripes across the checkered floor of Pansy's family manor. Suitcases cluttered the marble entrance hall, their contents spilling out like chaos made physical.

Pansy Parkinson

Right, listen up. she claps her hands, designer rings catching the light Room assignments.

Theodore Nott

already lounging on a chaise, cigarette dangling from his fingers Make it quick, Pans. My lungs are dying for fresh air and this place smells like old money.

Blaise Zabini

You're the one smoking indoors, Theo. quips, inspecting his nails

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning He means the other kind of fresh air, mate. The kind you get from sneaking onto the roof at 2AM.

Pansy Parkinson

As I was saying— she rolls her eyes Daphne gets Blaise. Try not to murder each other.

Daphne Greengrass

smirking softly I make no promises. He snores.

Blaise Zabini

I do not snore. I breathe heavily with elegance.

Lorenzo Berkshire

laughing Sure you do, Zabs. Sure you do.

Pansy Parkinson

Theo and Enzo are together. she points between them And try to actually sleep this time? Last year Theo had you doing interpretive dance at 3AM.

Theodore Nott

blowing out smoke That was a cultural experience. Enzo's not ready to talk about it.

Lorenzo Berkshire

I'm still not over it.

Pansy Parkinson

And finally— she pauses, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips —Y/n gets Mattheo.

Silence. The kind that hangs heavy and sharp, like a drawn blade.

Theodore Nott

slowly exhaling smoke ...You're joking.

Pansy Parkinson

Do I look like I'm joking, Nott?

Lorenzo Berkshire

whistling low Shit. That's... that's a choice, Pans.

Daphne Greengrass

raising a perfectly arched brow An interesting one, certainly.

A door creaked open somewhere down the hall. Footsteps, slow and lazy, echoing against marble. Mattheo Riddle emerged from the shadows of the corridor, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, dark eyes scanning the group before landing—deliberately—on you.

Mattheo Riddle

a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face Did I hear my name?