Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how they were before (2)...

P.T.

,,Get him, Charlie!" I yelled out. Observing the game, I flew a little bit over the Quiddich field, following the flying Quaffle with my eyes. 

Charlie, one if our chasers, actually managed to get the ball. He threw it in the direction of the goals, but missed miserably. 

Sighing, I looked away, when suddenly there was loud laughter and shouting from the other side of the pitch. I looked up in surprise, noticing a group of boys walking up, and rolled my eyes in frustration.

,,Riddle..." I landed on the grass softly and got off my broom. And not enough with that, he wasn't here alone. Malfoy, Zabini... 

The whole team of Slytherin had just appeared on the field. The smirks on their faces were absolutely punchable.

,,Hey there, Thorne!" Riddle said back, as soon as he stood less then five feet away from me. ,,Time to clear the pitch for us. You know, unlike you, we actually have something to practice..."

He gave Charlie an amused look, as our chaser landed next to me on the ground. Fighting with Riddle was useless, because he was right. It was Slytherines time to have the pitch for themselves. 

I grabbed my broom firmly and pulled Charlie along with me, to the rest of the Ravenclaw team.

,,Yeah, go ahead and practice loosing to us at the next match, idiot!" I shouted back over my shoulder at him and his boys, before entering the changing room. 

It was just me and the boys here, as I was the only girl on the hole fucking team. Pathetic, I know. But still better than the Slytherins. They didn't even have a girl in their team. Just seven boys... Annoying ones on top. Riddle, Zabini, Malfoy, Nott... 

The worst of the worst. Like, for real. There was no doubt that they were amazing players. But they were also ruthless, brutal and super annoying. 

The next planned Quiddich match was Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor, but still quite a long time from now. Although there was no person in this school right now, that I hated more than Harry Potter, his team would most likely win because of him. Still, he was one of the best seekers Hogwarts had ever seen... And one of the biggest assholes, but that didn't really matter for the sport itself. 

The most interesting matches, Gryffindor versus Slytherin and Slytherin versus Ravenclaw were both dated somewhere in the middle of summer, and February had just begun. But one thing was already for sure: this year would be a very, very interesting one...

M.R.

Valentines Day is a really hot topic. 

One half of the school loved it. The other half, surprisingly the single ones, absolutely hated it.

 Almost two weeks ago, I would have been with the first. Actually, I already thought about what I could surprise Lisa with for Valentines Day back in December. 

That's how delusional I had been in my past romantic relationship. Delusional, and blind. Ignored all the warnings, all the red flags. 

And now just I wanted to throw up, when I saw all the oh so happy pairs, laughing, and kissing, and loving each other...  It was truly pathetic. 

The one and only thing that kept me entertained and my mood from dropping completely, was watching Thorne struggle with the same thing. Every time that a happy, loving couple past by, she had a look on her face like she wanted to rip their eyes out. I couldn't really blame her though, and it was very amusing.

When i sat down behind her in McGonagalls class, I already thought about the things I could do to annoy her today again. 

Suddenly, my thinking was interrupted by Professor McGonagall herself, as she rushed into the room, a pack of pages under her arm. Right... the exam we wrote last week. I was pretty sure that I had completely nailed it.

,,Thorne! Thorne!" I whispered loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough for McGonagall not to. A pretty difficult task, considering this woman literally had cat ears. But the girl in front of me didn't react. I bent forward over my desk a little.

,,Thorne!" I whisper- yelled again. Finally, she looked back at me over her shoulder. She didn't even bother to ask what I wanted and just waited.

I nodded towards the pack of pages. ,,Three Galleons that I did better than you."

A smirk appeared on her lips. ,,Oh, you don't want to take that bet, Riddle..." she whispered back. 

I couldn't help but chuckle. We had these academic bets so often, almost after every single exam.

,,Yes, I do." I gave back. ,,Three Galleons it is." I reached my hand over my desk in her direction, and she took it.

,,Deal." While we were shaking hands, I looked her up and down, a little confused. Something on her head seemed to sparkle.

,,Do you have pearls in your hair?" I asked amused. How pathetic...

,,Do you have grease in yours?" she answered without missing a beat and turned back to her own desk. Only with a lot of will I refused the instinct to slam my fist on the table. God damn it, how could she come up with a fitting comeback this fucking fast?! 

I rolled my eyes, as Draco chuckled next to me.

,,I hate to say it, but she..." he started. I gave him a stern look.

,,Then don't. I don't need to hear you celebrating her pathetic response..." I grumbled, as Professor McGonagall started handing out the exam results. 

When she came to Thornes desk, she just put the paper down, without any other comment that a smile. Shit... 

After a while, McGonagall got to my desk. She gave the sheet of paper to me with a more serious look.

,,Not exactly what I expected from you, Mr Riddle. Although times might be tough on you right now, I do hope that this doesn't become your new standard." A bit surprised, I took a look at my exam paper. A big, red A was written on top of it. 

Shocked, I let the paper fall out of my hand and onto the desk. How the hell did I only get an Acceptable? A fucking Acceptable? 

That was it. I couldn't hold back anymore and slammed my hand on the table. I couldn't see Thornes face, but she held up her paper for me to see, without even looking back at me. Hers had a brilliant red O on top. Outstanding.

,,Oh shit..." Draco whispered beside me, and I heard Blaise chuckling quietly.

,,She got you there, mate!" Theodore whispered from the other side.

,,Can you guys just shut up?" I whisper- yelled at them

Draco hid his smile behind his book. ,,Better get your money ready, mate..."

With an annoying scoff, I reached into the right pocket of my uniform and pulled out the three Galleons, placing them on my desk in front of me with an angry frown. It had been a very, very stupid bet. And Thorne was going to remind me of that, in every way possible...

At the end of the lesson, I stayed seated at my desk and waited impatiently. My arms crossed in front of my chest I looked at Thorne angrily, as she came towards me with a disgustingly happy smile. Without a word, I watched as she took the money with a satisfied nod.

,,Thank you very much, Riddle." She put it in her own pocket. I sighed, and stayed in my frustrated position.

,,You know, maybe I'm going to buy myself some chocolate with it. It's Valentines Day after all, right?" Thorne asked, still with that unnecessarily happy smile of hers. 

,,To make this horrible, shitty romantic day a little sweeter?" I asked back unbothered, but with a raised eyebrow. She nodded, and walked past me. 

,,Tell me if you want some! You look like you need it..." she shouted back at me over her shoulder. It only made me sigh again. 

In my humble opinion, not even the best chocolate could make fucking Valentines Day any better, if you spent it being single...