𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 | mattheo riddle

four 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘

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MATTHEO RIDDLE was laying on his bed in his dimly lit slytherin dorm room, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. smoke curled toward the ceiling.

hogwarts was new to him, and he found it all rather underwhelming. the classes were too easy, the teachers too nice, and the students too dumb. everything about it bored him terribly. he spent most of his free time in the astronomy tower, smoking cigarettes and gazing out over the grounds, trying to find something — anything — that piqued his interest.

the one thing he did appreciate about hogwarts was the boys of the slytherin house. though he would never admit it, he found their company bearable.

theodore nott, his roommate, was also a big smoker and shared mattheo’s disdain for the mundanity of school life. mattheo liked him the best. draco malfoy and adrian pucey were tolerable as well. lorenzo berkshire, however, was too "gentle" for mattheo's liking, and while blaise might have been a decent companion, his weird situationship with that vanessa burkeley made mattheo steer clear.

his mind stopped at vanessa burkeley, who for some reason was often in his thoughts. the slytherin girl was objectively beautiful. her long, shiny black hair and seductive green eyes made her stand out in any room. she smelled like the most heavenly roses, her voice was soothing, her hands gentle.

yet, there was something about her that irritated mattheo. she was witty, yes — he had noticed that during their potions class yesterday — but she was also as cold as ice. the way she looked at him, at blaise, at her best friend, whose name he didn't know, her eyes always seemed emotionless and cold.

he took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he let his thoughts wander. his father, the dark lord, was also often on his mind, even though mattheo hated to admit it. he hated a lot, but his father the most.

but tonight, vanessa was on his mind. he looked over to draco malfoy, who was quietly doing his homework at the desk of the room. mattheo shared his room with him and theodore.

"hey, malfoy," mattheo said, his voice a low drawl.

the platinum blonde boy hummed quietly in response.

"do you per chance know a vanessa burkeley?"

draco looked up from his parchment, a smirk playing on his lips. "everyone knows her," he replied with a laugh.
"why? are you already in love with her?"

mattheo raised an eyebrow. "what? with her? no. why would you say that?"

draco leaned back in his chair, now looking at mattheo and considered his words. "she’s basically the it-girl of hogwarts. every girl is jealous of her, and every boy wants her. it’s always been that way."

"what makes her so special?” Mattheo asked, genuinely curious.

draco shrugged, silent for a moment as he seemed to think about mattheo's question. "i don't really know. maybe it’s her beauty, or her brains. or maybe it’s just because everyone thinks she’s that special, so she is, even though there is nothing special about her."

"well, she doesn’t really seem to care about the attention," mattheo noted. she might love it, but she leaves the boys cold and ignores them, even though they apparently all want her. "do you want her too?" he then asked draco.

the other boy chuckled humorlessly. "even if i did want her, it wouldn’t matter. blaise is my best mate, and they dated for almost a year. i couldn’t do that to him. besides, burkeley wouldn’t take me anyway, no matter how rich or good i am.”