The Devil's Trap ~ Mattheo Riddle

heated detention

As the torches flickered along the stone walls of Hogwarts, I reveled in the essence of a new beginning. It had been a week since I arrived at this magical school, and each passing day brought newfound joy and a sense of belonging. Gradually, I found myself forging friendships and feeling more at ease in this magnificent castle.

However, after a week of settling in, I am starting to feel more comfortable and have made a few friends along the way. Among them, Pansy Parkinson has become my closest companion, and we have grown quite attached to each other.

Pansy and I share many interests, such as exploring the castle's hidden corners and gossiping about the latest rumors floating around. Her sharp wit and mischievous nature never fail to bring a smile to my face, and it seems like we have known each other for years, rather than just a few days.

Amidst the captivating journey through our magical education, Snape's Potions class posed as the ultimate challenge. Known for his strict demeanor and sharp tongue, Snape's lessons pushed my limits like no other.

Although intimidating, the alluring world of potions enticed me, instilling a sense of determination to unravel their secrets. I persisted, spending hours poring over cauldrons, stirring concoctions, and brewing elixirs, hoping to impress the enigmatic professor.

As Friday approached, whispers of an upcoming party echoed through the corridors. The anticipation grew, and the desire to immerse myself in the festivities flourished within me. The clandestine event promised to unite the Slytherins, an opportunity to showcase our unity and unrelenting ambition. I yearned for a chance to dance and let loose in the enchanting embrace of the night.

Of the crowd screaming and cheering very loudly made me come out of my thoughts and fantasies for my very first party here at Hogwarts.

It seemed that Theo, had found himself in yet another altercation. This time, however, he had unexpected assistance from a boy I had never seen before. He stood with a sense of confidence, his dark curly hair and his piercing eyes reflecting determination.

As Theo and Blaise continued to exchange blows, I debated whether or not to intervene. It wasn't until they started drawing a crowd even bigger that I realized I couldn't stand idly by. Pushing my way through the onlookers, I finally reached them, my heart pounding with apprehension.

"Enough!" I shouted, trying to catch their attention over the sound of their grunts and blows.

"Are you two not the least bit tired of acting like childish brutes? This is not the way to resolve your differences!"

Theo, his once neat hair now a ruffled mess, and Blaise, with his shirt partially torn, momentarily paused their fight as they glared at me. It seemed as though they were considering my words, but their exhaustion and lingering animosity wouldn't allow them to back down.

It sounded like they were calming down.
It seemed like, in fact.

Theo started nodding and I kept my gaze on him for a few seconds hoping I could take him away from the crazy dark curly haired psychopath.

All this before the psychopath decided to throw a punch in Theo's direction. His shrewd reaction made him move at the most opportune moment, dodging the punch that landed straight in my face.

Clouded by anger (and pain) I wasted no time in returning him with a kick on the leg of the same force.

The brawl continued, the sounds of fists connecting with flesh growing louder. The once pristinely polished halls of Hogwarts bore witness to our reckless display of aggression. Blood dripped from several cuts and bruises, a physical manifestation of the pain we were inflicting on each other.