Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

I G N O R E T H E M

Everyone has that one thing that never fails to impress them, that leaves them looking around like a lost dog. For me, that was Platform 9 3/4.

I don't know what it was about the train station, but it all felt so surreal. I felt like a different person each time I walked through the barrier, and I never wanted that to change.

However, what would be a nice change, would be to have the Slytherins not always be around when you walk through. They're always ruining the mood, with the things they say.

My father would turn this place into a power plant, if the Ministry were smart enough to sell it to him.

The poor first years. They come through that pillar thinking Hogwarts will be the greatest school on earth, and suddenly you have Potter throwing a wrench in the school's schedule.

If I could, I'd tear down this entire place. While everyone is in it, preferably.

They're always so negative, I wish they could see this place through my eyes.

I look down at my hands as I pass the group of Debby Downers as to avoid being one of their new conversation topics. If I could get rid of one single thing on this earth, it would be ungrateful assholes like them.

The train ride to Hogwarts always makes me feel sick to my stomach, so I pick a seat beside the window in an empty compartment in case I need to focus on something outside.

My cat-Noël, a white Khao Manee with the worlds cutest blue and brown eyes-looks up at me from the floor he decided to lay on. He looks at me like I just killed his entire family, and I'm not sure what I did.

Noël's head turns to the door of the compartment I'm in before I even have the chance to notice someone there. I keep my eyes on Noël as I turn my head towards whoever is standing there, worried Noël might decide to pounce at them.

My eyes snap quickly to the person-man, very fucking large man-standing at the door to my compartment. "Riddle. Need something?" My voice isn't as nice as I meant for it to be, yet it's still too nice for me to be using it on him.

"Yes, actually. I need you to leave and-" He's cut off by Nott, one of his little friends, throwing his arm around him and slapping his chest.

"You don't need to leave, sweetheart. We were just wondering if we could sit in here with you, the rest of the compartments are full." Theodore says, and I notice two other boys behind him. Really, Riddle? You brought all of them?

"Julia." I mutter, gaining a look of incomprehension from Theodore. "My name is Julia, not Sweetheart."

Berkshire's smirk would have been nice to see, if we were friends. I've always wanted to be friends with him, but his face would only ever be friendly in the sense that I know I can rely on him hating me. Merlin, does that sound sad.

I return my gaze back to the boy in front of the rest, and I'm not sure his ever left me. "We're sitting here. That's not a problem, is it?" It's not truly a question when it comes to him, but he always makes it seem like it is.

Noël jumps up onto my lap with a small meow before making himself more comfortable on me. I don't respond to Riddle, I instead look down at the cat on my lap as he starts pawing at my shirt. I felt my face relax as I watched Noël's eyes flutter closed and his movements slowing down.

The seat beside me sunk ever so slightly, as if whoever it was was trying not to disturb me-or Noël.

My back straightened as I felt a set of eyes on me, but I didn't give them the satisfaction of knowing whose they were.