Mattheo Riddle [o.s]

conquered

                               Anima Kaur

"Trust me Nims, a Slytherin party is something you need to experience at least once in your lifetime." Pansy says with a glowing smile as she styles my curly hair, parting it to the side so it looks more voluminous. I was sat on a chair as she did a few touch ups for my hair, wanting me to leave it natural because according to her, it suits me best.

I look at our reflection in the sink's mirror in front of us, as we were finishing getting ready for the party at the Slytherin common room. I was nervous to say the least. Not because of the party concept or because of the people there. I genuinely loved parties and I loved going crazy in every one of them. But tonight I am going to a Slytherin party, meaning I have the chance to see Mattheo Riddle.

Mattheo has been my crush for as long as I can remember. Well, not actually a real crush, considering I've literally never even spoken to the guy. It's just that I am totally crazy about his looks and attitude. There's just something that he has that makes me fantasise about him 24/7. I've never dared to talk to him, because he is him and I'm too much of a pussy to make casual conversation with him. So for the past two years, I've just been admiring him from afar like a creep. Pansy has told me that he isn't much of a talker anyway, and that he's always alone with a cigarette between his lips not even bothering to socialise with anyone. The only people that he hangs around from time to time are Draco and the other boys, but that's about it.

So with Pansy convincing me to come to today's party, and the thought of seeing him, I just had to be here. I made a mental promise to myself that I would try to talk to him tonight, or at least get some steamy eye contact. If I make a fool out of myself, there's a big chance that he will probably be drunk or high at some point of the night, meaning that he will forget about our possible interaction by tomorrow morning, which honestly makes me feel better about what might happen.

I was wearing a cute and simple soft purple silk dress that stopped around my mid thighs and had spaghetti straps tight around my shoulders. My make up was something more heavy than usual, but nothing crazy. Pansy took matters into styling me today and she did an amazing job. She herself was wearing a black denim short skirt with its matching square neck top that had thicker straps. Her short hair was down, straightened perfectly along with her bangs, and a very edgy makeup on her face with a smokey eyeliner that made her green eyes pop. A pair of combat black boots were on her feet, whilst I just had a pair of basic soft purple Nike low dunks that matched my cute dress.

"Okay, I think we're done here." She says with a smirk and stands behind me, her hands on my shoulders as she places her chin on the top of my head. I smile widely as I look at myself in the mirror, feeling so beautiful.

"You never fail to make me look pretty." I say with a giggle as I place my hand over one of hers, and she gives me a kiss on the top of my head.

"I don't make you look pretty, you already are. Now get your ass up and let's go." She claps her hands a couple of times in motivation, making me get up and adjust my dress. She gets close in front of the mirror to take one last look at herself whilst I drag the chair I was sitting on back to its place. I exit the bathroom that leads me directly into her dorm, walking to her desk to spray some perfume on.