Wisdom Teeth | M.R · Y/n story by @lenora

The Slytherin common room was warm, lit by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. A fire crackled in the grate, casting dancing shadows across the emerald and silver furnishings.

Lorenzo Berkshire

out of breath, grinning You lot are not going to believe this.

Pansy Parkinson

not looking up from her nails If it's about Filch crying in the corridor again, I don't care.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Better. Mattheo's back from St. Mungo's.

Blaise Zabini

frowning at his chess board And?

Lorenzo Berkshire

smirk widening He's still absolutely off his face on the anesthetic. Pomfrey said he'd be loopy for hours. Crabbe and Goyle are helping him up the stairs now.

As if on cue, the portrait swung open again. Two massive figures stumbled through, supporting a third between them.

Crabbe

grunting Where d'you want him?

Mattheo Riddle

slurring loudly, spotting Y/n across the room Y/n!

His face lit up with ridiculous, unfiltered joy.

Mattheo Riddle

trying to push off from Crabbe, stumbling There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. Everywhere. Like... all the places.