Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

Q U I D D I T C H

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY MENTIONS OF BLOOD.

I walk to the Quidditch pitch ten minutes before the game, wearing the brightest clothes I could find. Neon yellow and neon green felt like the way to go for today.

My eyeshadow is dark green, and I glued small green gems to my eyelids as well. My false eyelashes are way too long, and they have little green stars glued on them. My lipstick is green, too.

I have my hair in pigtails on the sides of my head, both with tinsel running down my hair to make it extra noticeable.

I even wrote Riddle's Quidditch jersey number-14, if you were wondering-on my left cheek.

And my favourite part? My earrings. They're basically little mirrors, which means if the light hits them, they'll catch everyone's eye.

This is Riddle's fault, he was the one who wanted me to come to the game. And he was the one who wanted me to be his fake girlfriend, he was practically setting me up to be able to do this.

I walk up the staircase to the top of one of the Hufflepuff stands, where I'm required to sit, and I adjust my hair as I wait for the game to start.

It was most definitely a bad idea to do this.

After a few moments, the Slytherin and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams are finally announced, and all the players stand in their formations on the ground. The two seekers-Draco Malfoy and some random guy from Hufflepuff-shake hands, and soon enough the game is on.

I should have brought an airhorn.

I smirk to myself as Theodore sees me, and he almost falls off his broom. Of course, this leads the others to look in my direction in order to see what distracted him.

Sadly, not Riddle. He has one of the Quaffles in his hand, and he's on his way to score a goal. I think. I don't really pay attention to Quidditch, honestly.

I try to cheer louder in hopes of Riddle looking at me, but he doesn't. Maybe it's good he hasn't. I might distract him with all my flashy clothes, anyways. He might get hurt.

Or, he might get mad at me and be really bitchy about it later. Which would totally be hilarious, considering I only did this because he told me he wanted me at the game. It's not like I did this for him to notice me or anything.

The announcer's-is that what you call them?-voice can barely be heard over the cheering of everyone in the stands, because he doesn't have the same voice projection skills as Lee Jordan did.

When Riddle finally lays his eyes on me, he needs to do a double take.

I can barely see the look of confusion on his face, but it's still just as funny.

•••

I didn't pay attention to much else of the game, but I know that Slytherin won 210 - 40 points. It's no wonder why Oliver Wood tried drowning himself when he lost to Hufflepuff, we're hard to lose against.

I push past everyone as they walk down the stairs of the stands, and I end up being the first one of the watchers to get to either of the teams.

"What's all this?" Riddle asks, looking over my outfit as he walks toward me. His friends are behind him.

"Your fault," I tell him, smiling to both him and the boys behind him. "You're the one who said you wanted me here. And you wanted me to cheer for you." He moves one step closer to me, and I have to crane my neck even more to be able to look him in the eye.

He hums, looking over my outfit again. "My fault?" I nod. "It's not like I told you to dress like this, did I?"

"Just tell her she looks cute, and we can go shower. Stop word-fucking her." Draco says, and the two other boys chuckle.