𝓦hen Narcissa and her twins arrived at Diagon Alley which had been empty and dark except for a sudden new shop that was bursting with life, they made sure to keep a low profile.
Vela was frowning the entire time because someone decided to come along.
Mattheo Riddle stood tall beside the small girl, wearing a similar black suit to her brother Draco's.
Vela was told last night by her mother of the piece of information that she heard from Severus Snape and Vela was not delighted by it at all.
Against her wishes, Narcissa invited the Dark Lord's son to come along with them to keep an eye on Vela—a reason that made her whine at her mother for embarrassing her in front of Mattheo.
Draco and Mattheo seemed to become friends, they chatted like good old friends, making Vela suspicious. Her twin was never a kind one, maybe to her but not to others. It surprised her how comfortable he was talking to Mattheo, knowing who he was.
"Have you heard of personal space?" She snapped at Riddle.
He tore his eyes off the shop down the alley—the one with a ginger-haired animatronic on the front with fireworks shown inside from the window—and smirked down at her but didn't bother to move away to give her the personal space she was talking about.
"I have," He replied simply.
She narrowed her blue eyes into slits, "Well, then?"
Before he could say anything, her mother grabbed her wrist and tugged it. Vela frowned when Narcissa sent her a small disciplining glare, silently telling her to stop.
She huffed but obeyed, not wanting to anger her mother who already had so much on her plate. Vela looked back up and glared at the still-smirking Mattheo, knowing that he had just gained Mrs. Malfoy's favor.
Asshole.
From inside the torn shop of Ollivanders stood three particular people—Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. The ginger-haired in the trio spotted the group and called his companion's attention. "Harry. Is it me or do Draco, Vela, and Mummy look like three people who don't want to be followed?"
Harry looked over but his gaze stuck to the male standing beside the Malfoy girl, having not recognized him. As Harry stared at him longer, he started to feel his lightning scar begin to burn slightly making him hiss.
What the hell?
"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing. My scar—who is that guy beside Vela?" He changed the topic, gesturing to Mattheo who didn't tear his gaze away from the blonde Malfoy.
