The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ -10

My eyes narrowed at Matthew's request. I was not accustomed to being ordered around, especially not by someone as inexperienced as he was. But I knew better than to argue with Snape's chosen assistant, so I stalked over to the shelves and began selecting the potions I needed.

As I worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about Matthew that rubbed me the wrong way, something that made me feel like he wasn't to be trusted. But I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

After placing the babbling beverage on the desk, I turned to the ladder to retrieve the next potion. To my dismay, the ladder was loose and wobbly, clearly in need of repair. I hesitated, but then decided to climb it anyway, unwilling to let Matthew see my weakness.

As I climbed, the ladder suddenly tightened and became sturdy, as if it had been magically reinforced. I was taken aback, unsure of what to make of this strange turn of events. I looked over at Matthew, but he was still absorbed in his writing.

Finally, I reached the top of the ladder and retrieved the next potion. As I descended, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something wasn't right, and I  knew it. But there was something about the situation that felt off, like a puzzle with a missing piece.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Snape?" Matthew asked, finally looking up from his work.

"No," I replied, my voice tight. "Nothing's wrong." But I knew that wasn't true. Something was very wrong, and I had a feeling that it was only going to get worse.

I placed the polyjuice potion on the table, watching as Matthew picked it up and began to write. But as I looked over his shoulder, I noticed that he was writing the wrong name.

"It's polyjuice potion, not veritaserum," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Matthew glared at me, his eyebrows raised in annoyance. "It's veritaserum," he corrected me.

But I was too confident in my knowledge of potions to back down. "No, it's definitely polyjuice potion. I've brewed it a hundred times."

Matthew's eyes grew cold as he stared at me. "I think I know what I'm talking about," he said, his voice laced with ice.

But I refused to back down. I argued with him, insisting that he was wrong. But Matthew was ruthless in his certainty, and I knew that I wouldn't let him win this battle.

Matthew stood up from his chair and came face to face with me, holding the potion bottle between us. "It's veritaserum, and I'm sure of it," he said, his voice cold and hard.

I glared intently at the bottle, my eyes burning with a fierce determination. "Don't be ridiculous, Riddle," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt.

Matthew's anger boiled over at my stubbornness. I could feel the rage coursing through his veins, threatening to consume him. "You still haven't forgotten how I suppressed you the other night, have you?" he sneered, his voice laced with malice.

But I refused to be intimidated. "I dug my nails into your flesh, and it felt so good," I shot back, my tone defiant.

The tension between us was palpable, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Each word was like a lightning bolt, striking at the heart of our conflict. And as we stood there, locked in a battle of wills, it was clear that only one of us would emerge victorious.

Matthew's eyes bore into me with a malevolent intensity, as if he were plotting his next move to suppress me once again. Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, I knew that he was capable of unspeakable cruelty. I watched as he took a step back and placed the bottle on the table, my heart racing with anticipation.

"What would you do, Miss Snape, if I prove you wrong?" he sneered, a flicker of triumph in his eyes. I refused to let him win, and so I crossed my arms and scrunched my eyebrows in defiance. "What would you do, Mr. Riddle, if I prove you wrong?" I challenged him, matching his smirk with one of my own.

Matthew's lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "I daresay that's a challenge, Miss Snape," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "But I assure you, I won't be proven wrong."

"Oh, I beg to differ," I replied, my tone cool and confident. "I'm not one to back down from a challenge, Mr. Riddle."

Matthew's eyes narrowed, and I could see the gears turning in his head. "Very well," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Let's see who's right and who's wrong, Miss Snape?" Matthew said, his voice dripping with a cold and calculated tone. "I do hope you're prepared to face the consequences of your actions."

As our gazes locked, the air between us crackled with electricity, each of us daring the other to make a move. I knew that this was a battle that I couldn't afford to lose. And so I stood my ground, waiting for Matthew to make his move.

"There's only one way to prove that the potion is Veritaserum," Matthew said, his voice low and steady. "We'll have to test it."

My eyes widened in surprise. "Test it?" I repeated, my tone incredulous. "You can't be serious, Riddle. Veritaserum is a highly restricted substance."

"I'm well aware of that," he replied, his voice firm. "But if we want to know the truth, we have no other choice. We'll have to administer the potion and see if it works."

I hesitated for a moment, my eyes flickering over his face as if trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. Finally, I let out a sigh. "Very well," I said. "But you'll have to be the one to take it first."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that the potion was dangerous, and that it could have severe side effects if not administered properly. But I also knew that this was the only way to prove my point.