You can NOTT have her || M.R. · Y/n story by @szturka

The Hogwarts Express hummed with contained energy, steam curling past the windows in great white plumes. Students laughed and shouted, trunks rattling as they were hauled aboard. The air smelled of coal smoke and autumn.

Theodore Nott

without turning around Ignore them. They're just not used to seeing someone who doesn't look like they fell out of a cauldron.

He stopped at a compartment where the noise level dropped noticeably. Through the glass, familiar faces looked up from their conversations. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson—and Mattheo Riddle, who'd been mid-laugh until his eyes locked on the figure behind Theo.

Theodore Nott

sliding the door open Guys. This is my sister. Try not to act like idiots.

Y/n stepped into the compartment, the faintest smirk playing at her lips as her eyes swept over each face, lingering for a heartbeat too long on Mattheo.

Y/n Nott

Hi. Hope you saved us a seat.