Mattheo has made a Groupchat βexcludingβ you. He tells everyone that he wants to break up with you. He doesnβt need to be tied down. But you guys have been together for a year and a half. The reactions are almost all shocked and confused, because they thought you had finally changed the fuckboy, they were all wrong. Little did he know, he had added you accidentally.
When you walked into Hogwarts the reaction wasβ¦ intense to say the least. Because you look just like herβ¦ Cordelia, who died just last year. A girl who had wormed her way into most students lives and corrupted everything she touched. Cordelia knew how to read a room, and she did it well. During first year she was like a guppy in a big pond, pretending to be something she wasnβt. Lost, shy, confused and harmless. She was beautiful enough to gain the attention of the Slytherin majority, βhumbleβ enough to have the hufflepuffs in her orbit, βclumsilyβ brave to attract attention from the Gryffindors and clever enough to be a Ravenclaw. By sixth year she had everyone eating out of her palm. The teachers, the students, the headmaster, they all loved her but they all favored the versions of herself that sheβd show them. Cordelia was in every shape, every meaning of the wordβa snake. And she thrived on collective misery. She was a liar, and a cheat. A deceiver. She was dating Harry Potter, yet sleeping with Mattheo Riddle. Sheβd put ideas into Astoriaβs head that Draco had admitted to being tired of her. Of wanting more than just the gentle heart and sheβd tell her this under the guise of concern. The arguments Draco and Astoria had were all her fault and after? Sheβd go comfort Draco, reassuring him that she didnβt know what Astoria was talking about and heβd believe her like the idiot he was. She had been with Lorenzo, had lied to Theodore, sheβd even managed to pit them against one another. She helped a Hufflepuff with an assignment and then turn it in as her own work, diminishing the poor Hufflepuff. Her word against theirs. Sheβd kissed Ron in-front of Hermione because she knew Hermione liked Ron and poor Ron was ever the clueless git. And then after she acted as if it were an accident that they got caught kissing, and she played it well. Cordelia, lied and lied to everyone sheβd ever known. Sheβd spill secrets that werenβt hers to keep.
Being new to Hogwarts, nobody tells you the number one rule. Stay away from Mattheo Riddle. Nobody ever explains why. They donβt have to. You see it yourself. Conversations stop when he walks into a room. Students move out of his way without thinking. They whisper behind his back, snicker under their breath, and pretend not to stare. No one dares confront him outrightβthey arenβt stupidβbut nobody welcomes him either. Heβs simplyβ¦ avoided. Shunned. Like the loneliness surrounding him might be contagious. After all, heβs the Dark Lordβs son. Mattheo never reacts. He keeps walking with his hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, like none of it reaches him. But sometimes, when the corridors are empty and nobodyβs looking, he disappears into forgotten classrooms or quiet corners of the castle. Only there does the mask crack. Only there does he let himself feel the weight of being hated for a name he never chose.
You knew your best friend Pansy wanted your boyfriend. You knew sheβd try just about anything and when someone else mentions truth or dare you just know sheβs going to do something absolutely atrocious. βLetβs swap boyfriends.β You look at her almost flatly, then look at your boyfriend Mattheo, then at Theodoreβ’β’β’her boyfriend. β3 days (your last name), or are you too scared.β Cool, real smart wasnβt it? To say that in front of a crowd. You couldnβt back down. βYouβre on.β
(Rewrite) You and Theodore Nott have been together for a year, and things have always been goodβuntil lately. Virginia, Theodoreβs ex, has been making obvious advances toward him. You always seem to walk in at the worst possible moment, never seeing Theodore reject her. The tension has been building for weeks, despite Pansy and Daphne trying to calm things down. Then one day, you walk into the common room just as Virginia kisses Theodore. Theodore looks blindsided. Pansy immediately tries to calm everyone down while Daphne talks over Theodore. Mattheo and Lorenzo know exactly how much you mean to him, but even they canβt stop the situation from exploding. And then you and Theodore have a full-blown argument. It is not pretty. Check out the latest : Quidditch & Pheromones
Everyone is in the groupchat sharing songs, albums, playlists, and whatever theyβve been listening to lately. Itβs normal at first, just everyone arguing over who has the best music taste and sending songs back and forth. But one of the guys starts choosing his songs a little too carefully. The titles seem random at first, then the lyrics start lining up with things heβs never actually said out loud. Nobody notices because he plays it off like heβs simply sharing music he likes. Slowly, though, the songs start forming a confession meant for one person in the groupchat, and the longer it goes on, the more obvious it becomes that maybe he hasnβt just been recommending music at all.
After the wizarding war when hogwarts righted itself and classes resumed everyone began treating Draco Malfoy like the plague. βThe Dark Lord touched him.β Even when the hug had been one sided and Draco couldnβt have been more terrifiedβpeople saw what they wanted to see. Now Eighth year and everyone still avoided him, the name heβd built for himself at Hogwarts had crumbled. He was no longer wanted, he was no longer someone Pansy wanted to be around. And you were being forced to watch it happen because what could you do? Everyone hated him, and in a wayβ¦ you did too.
You and Draco Malfoy had a relationship nobody knew about. At school, he acted like you were nothing. He and the other Slytherins picked on you every day, but Draco was always the worst of them. He made the jokes, joined in when they laughed, and acted like humiliating you was just another part of his day. Yet behind closed doors, Draco loved you in the only way he seemed to understand. Quietly. Secretly. Possessively. Never enough to admit what you were to him in front of anyone else. You were tired of it. So one weekend, you left. When you came back Monday morning, you looked completely different. Your hair was freshly highlighted, your heels sharp enough to make every step sound deliberate, and your entire attitude had changed. For the first time, you walked past Draco without even looking at him. And Draco absolutely hates it.
(Read authorβs note) You accidentally text the groupchat that you kissed someone instead of texting Pansy, now the whole groupchat is in a frenzyβ¦ Especially a certain somebodyβ¦
Itβs been 1 month since youβve married Mattheo Riddle. The marriage was arranged just like many things in this life. But you didnβt think itβd be this lovelessβ¦ Your marriage, to you at least was already fractured and broken. But perhapsβ¦ even the brightest of minds miss the biggest clues.
From the moment you stepped through to the platform, you got weird looks. You didnβt have any wrinkles or dust on your robes, your headband was perfectly in place, there didnβt seem like there was anything off about your appearance yetβ¦ they all stared anyways. Whispering behind their hands, pointing at you, gawking as if theyβd never seen a pretty girl but the truth was much darker. You unfortunately for your lack of knowledge looked like someone else. A girl. Cordelia Munesto. A beautiful girl really, but what is beauty if the inside is hollow and bleak? A leech in the river edge waiting for a leg to latch onto. Ugly. Really.
Dear Fuckboys, This isnβt a love letter. Itβs a public service announcement. Some of you collect girls the way people collect shoesβyou wear them for a while, leave them in the corner, then convince yourselves theyβll still be there when youβre bored again. You mistake mixed signals for mystery, emotional unavailability for personality, and βIβm just being honestβ for an excuse to treat people however you want. You text βI miss youβ at 2 a.m. and disappear by breakfast. You swear youβre βnot ready for a relationship,β then somehow end up in one a week laterβwith someone else. You leave conversations half-finished, feelings half-healed, and somehow still act surprised when people stop believing your words. Hereβs the funny part: we see you. The recycled compliments. The copy-and-paste apologies. The βgood morning, beautifulβ texts youβve probably sent to three different girls before noon. Youβre not nearly as unpredictable as you think you are. Not every girl wants revenge. Most of us just wanted honesty. A little respect wouldβve saved everyone a lot of time. So consider this a collection of stories, lessons, and reminders from the girls who finally stopped making excuses for boys who never intended to change. With no love, β the girls~
βIβm gonna break up with her mid-summer. That way I can have my fun and then do my own shit.β Thatβs what Mattheo said to Theodore Nott over the phone. Tom heard it, heβd scoffed and walked off into his study. Summer was just around the corner and you always came by for the summer from London. Youβd been with Mattheo Riddle since you were 17βyouβre 19 now. Youβve both just graduated, and youβve received word from Astoria, your best friend that Mattheo was planning on proposing to you this summer. You made sure to bring your best clothes, and you never EVER went anywhere without your hair blower. The Riddleβs always went all out for their summer vacations, this year would be no different. This year summer would be spent on a magical island, your friends included. Whilst you were waiting for a proposal to happen, Tom Riddle was counting down the minutes until his little brother commits the second biggest mistake of his life. Because the first was ever thinking he was good enough for you.
[18+] Quidditch season is just kicking off, and whatβs moreβthe teams have just gotten new uniforms and the affects on the female population isβ¦ well, itβs got every one of them acting out. Cho Chang who is on the Ravenclaw team as the seeker is getting a plethora of admiring glances, she was living for it. Anthony, Haedyn, Jeremy and Nemo on the Ravenclaw team backing her, they made Ravenclawβs look less like know-it-alls and more likeβ wellβ¦ The Slytherin side of things were even more insufferable about it. Yelling and screeching about how good their quidditch team looked. How Mattheo looked with damp hair, or how Theodoreβs shirt is straining slightly around his torso. Donβt get them started on the Blacks or Josiah Gauntβweβll be here all day. My point is that everyone seems to be ovulating and itβs pretty clear whyβ¦
Everyone knew the Slytherin men had a type. Orβ¦ thats what they thought. Regulus Black had always gone for the petite type. The type who look delicate and fragile, he liked the thought of having something to protect. Heβd been on and off with Cho Chang. She portrayed herself as something delicate and soft whenever he was around. Regulus wasnβt dumb, he knew what she was like but it was her image, her status among their peers, the way she carried herself. She was the perfect girlfriend. Only behind closed doors, they argued on occasion and it seemed to be something that Regulus was into. But theyβd always break up in the end. Then there was you. You werenβt petite, you werenβt even slim. Your figure was carved like that of a Greek goddess and for all his preferenceβor the ones people had placed on himβ Regulus Black was looking right at you and last time I checkedβ¦ thick thighs save lives better than a life jacket. (Yes Iβm Corny)
(requested by officiallee) [Wish Maker] is jealous. They want you to look at them the way you look at Mattheo. They want your attention, your affection, your love. So they make a wish beneath the Willow and it works. Suddenly, you canβt stop thinking about [Wish Maker]. You want to be around them constantly. You look at them the way youβve always looked at Mattheo. And Mattheo notices. At first, he thinks youβre just acting strange. Then he realizes youβve fallen completely, unnaturally obsessed with someone else.
(Requested @criedwolves ) A curse has been unleashed throughout the wizarding world. It happened throughout the night, the source unknown. You wake up not in your room, but in a peeling world. Itβs dark and still. Gravityβ¦ doesnβt seem to work the same here. Through the hallway, you hear a scream, it isnβt until youβre in the hallway that you realize itβs a town. The room you walked out of disappears like ash on wind. The mist engulfs you. The streets are damp, wet as if it had rained but the air feels stale, the faintest smell of copper in the air. βHello?β You say. Maybe youβre dreaming, you hope you are but nothing answers, βHello?!β You yell out into the white void. A distant scream answers, you whirl around quicklyβ heart racing. βHello?β A feminine voice answers. Itβs Astoria stumbling out of a door that quickly fades behind her just like yours had. Where are you?β¦
(βI have Loved Youβ¦β Rewrite) You valued your free time and the second youβre named the Diadem of the season your freedom crumbles right before your very eyes. The eyes of the ton fall on you, and your eyes sweep over the many suitors watching you with varying expressionsβdisinterest, displeasure, intrigue, curiosity, superiority, grudging respect. Being the Diadem meant you were a trophy, the porcelain doll, the thing the wizards should desire over everything else and the witches should envy most. And other words would beβ¦ your younger sister, Ameliaβs biggest dreamβ¦ You never wanted this. And whatβs worse is you knew that the Seasons Seeker would be looking at you too.
Perseus Black couldnβt hate you more than he already does. Youβre constantly in his space, constantly getting under his skin so what does he do? He finds a way to get under yours by dating Cho Chang.
Every time your baby daddy, Regulus, drops off your son Perseus, he always has something extra to say. He lingers, he looks you over like heβs starvedβ because letβs be realβ he probably is. Truth is he never got over you and where youβre concerned heβs the biggest flirt. Only this time heβs picking Perseus up, and you decide to prank him. Since he likes flirting with you so much you decide to tell Perseus to say βI like other dada, heβs niceβ and Perseus being the child he is complies and says it straight to his fathers face in a babbling manner whilst patting his own fathers face like he just said the sky is blue. Uh-Oh β’β’β’
Time stood still as you woke to your car being flipped on its top. The only thing keeping you in place was the seat beltβ’β’β’you usually never put on but this time around you decided to listen to your mother. Your parents were knocked out cold and in front of you, looking up at youβ’β’β’was something that looked like your mother but clearly wasnβt. It was the first time youβd ever seen it. 2 months had passed. Your parents didnβt make it, and youβd moved in with a distant relative. But that thingβ¦ it came back. Every day. At a distance at times. School started back up, and even thenβ’β’β’the thing followed you. It took the form of people you spoke to, people you cared aboutβ’β’β’loved. It didnβt matter. And the crazy part was that only you could see it. But it kept getting worse. It wants you to let it inβ’β’β’into your mind, body, and soulβ’β’β’it wants to drag you down to very depths of hell and every time it gets closer and closer to achieving its goal. You wake up with scratches, you get random bruises, marksβ’β’β’you have nightmares. They canβt see it. They canβt hear it or feel it. But you can. And when it gives chase you have no choice but to run because if it gets youβ¦ wellβ¦ ββ β’ γ»βΈβΈ Happy Belated Birthday Ariii π€
Itβs been years since the last Ghostface incident in Woodsboro, CA, and everyone thought those days were finally over. But over the past month, a new copycat has started making their presence knownβcreepy calls, strange messages, and just enough chaos to remind everyone that Woodsboro never really stays quiet. And you? You have no idea that heβs been stalking you. ββ β’ γ»βΈβΈ THANKS FOR THE 1.3K! Reuploading because I added/fixed some things π€
