Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

two

once blaire had fell asleep in her dormitory, with the comforting ambience of luna's soft snores; blaire went to sleep quickly and dreamt of summer nights, in which she was running on the italian beaches. the sand sunk in between her toes like a cushiony powder.

then all of a sudden blaire's brown eyes opened gently to see the blue ravenclaw dorm walls, with dark brown wood panelling.

her eyes adjusted to the suns warm caramel rays. it seems the sun had decided to envelop the world in her arms today, sheltering it from darkness.

luna was already up, and painting. she was standing on a small stool, painting faces on her ceiling.

"what are you painting, luna?" blaire said sleepily.

"well, i thought it would be nice to paint the faces of my friends. there's harry, neville, and look- you're there- next to ginny."

she pointed to my face. i looked like that? my eyelashes were accentuated, my brown eyes a shade lighter, like a dark honey. my lips looked soft and a lovely peach colour. she had lastly started painting my curly hair.

"woah, luna, it's-"

"blaire?"

"yeah?"

"you might want to go to your lesson."

"huh?" i exasperated, leaning to my clock. fuck. i had missed breakfast and potions.

i got up in a hurry, and buttoned my shirt quickly but accidentally left a bit of a revelation. leaving my tie askew and robe in my arms, i ran to my lesson.

"i'm so sorry, professor. i woke up late."

i smiled at firenze, the astronomy teacher.

"it's perfectly fine, miss lestrange. here, you can sit beside mr riddle. is that alright?"

i glanced at mattheo, leaning back on his chair, tucked away in a corner. he was chewing gum, and i watched how his jaw moved, in a trance, until he noticed and frowned. i shook my head and nodded. i walked over to him flustered.

"good morning." the simple greeting sent chills down my arms as it escaped his lips.

i tried ignoring him, to bury the chills, but he still spoke.

"you know, it's bad manners to ignore people."

"hello." i said softly. i was nervous talking to him - i had heard the rumours. he was the dark lord's son.. my father's boss.

a while ago, my father had done voldemort's task wrong. he had tortured my father, and i wasn't bothered. he doesn't participate in my upbringing, life, anything.

i turned my head to mattheo, he had strung his gum on his finger and was pulling it with his teeth.

i gave a small disgusted look and he glanced at me.

"want some?" he asked, taking a pack out of his pocket.

"of that? no," i replied, oblivious to the pack of gum.