Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

S P I N T H E B O T T L E

The Slytherin party looked exactly how I expected it to.

From the flashing lights to the couples making out in every corner, even just the choice of music, it was all how I imagined.

However, the one thing I knew I would definitely see, is a girl sitting on Riddle's lap, giggling about something he must have said while his hand is possessively holding her thigh.

That's what I was looking at right now, and it seemed to be the one thing I kept looking at. I wasn't sure why. There was at least a hundred things to look at in my eyesight, yet my gaze landed on and stayed on Riddle with his next hookup. Or most recent, I really couldn't tell.

I shook my head as I forced myself to look away, my gaze instead landing on two girls I recognized but had never spoken to. One of them was a Greengrass sibling, although I didn't know which, and I couldn't put a name to the other one.

I continued to look around the Slytherin common room before I caught sight of a cute boy, who also happened to be looking at me.

Live, Jules.

I took a step towards the boy, to see if he would mind if I came to talk to him, and I only continued once I watched him smirk.

He was taller than me, by probably a few inches, at least, but I barely had any trouble looking him in the eye.

He straightened as I got close to him, as if he was trying to seem taller. I shot him a smile, one I hope was friendly, and he returned it quickly. I felt a sort of pit in my stomach, but I brushed it off as me being nervous. I had never been to a party, what did I expect?

"What house are you in, cupcake?" The boy shouted over the music, and I had to fight a grimace at the nickname.

"Hufflepuff! You're in Slytherin, I assume?" If I continued to talk to everyone like this, I'd lose my voice before I even got the chance to consider leaving.

He nodded, stepping closer to me and brushing a strand of hair behind my shoulder. "Come with me, I'll make you a drink." He wasn't asking if I wanted one, and I was glad. If he asked, I probably would have ran away from the party all together.

Once we reached the room which was partially closed off from the main common room, I saw a table covered in different bottles of alcohol, along with stacks of solo cups.

I felt my anxiety start to rise by the look of the table, but I tried to shake it as the Slytherin I was with stepped forward and started making me something. "So, cupcake, what's your name?" He spoke quickly, but at the same time I felt like he was talking too slow.

"Jules." Last year, I would have said Julia. I don't want to be Julia anymore, I want to be Jules. To everyone except those assholes from earlier, that is. "And yours?"

"Marcus. Flint." The boy-Marcus-turned to me and handed me a cup. I didn't hesitate as I brought it to my lips, and he smiled.

Once I brought the cup away from my mouth, Marcus lead the two of us back to where everyone else was.

I felt Marcus' hand fall on my back, and I had the sudden urge to smack it away. Rude, Jules. I look up at Marcus, who was already looking at me, and all I could see was his smirk. I hated it. I hated all of it, and I wanted to get away from him.

I tried taking another sip of my drink as I looked away from him, hoping it was just nerves about a guy finding me attractive. If that's what this was, anyway.

Marcus led me to a spot near a wall, where he could lean on, and I found myself looking at Riddle again. I could only see the back of his head now-and the head of the girl he still had on his lap, who was kissing his neck-but I didn't want to take my eyes off of him.