Riddled - Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Thunder

The brawl went on for a few minutes, mostly with Theo pinning down Enzo and us girls laughing hysterically. It was a fun time and it didn't take long at all to find people to have fun with although I was fretting it would.

"C'mon Enzo!" Kaia cheered loudly through laughs as Lorenzo struggled to get Theodore off of his stomach.

Finally his legs hooked around Theo's knees and swung himself with enough momentum to switch their positions. Atta boy.

At Theodore's heavily confused expression me and Kaia burst into a fit of giggles when the door opens.

"What the heck are you buffoons doing?" The platinum blonde boy asks from in the doorway. His face near matched Theo's which just increased us girl's wheezing. Kaia even fell off the bed clutching her stomach trying to regain her breathing but failed at doing so.

Suddenly a cold splash of water is chucked into my face, going up my nose and snorting up into my nostrils. I shriek in a mix of pain and shock. When I rub my eyes I see a smirking Blaise. Not having a care I'm still in my party dress I launch onto him and clutch onto him with my legs. He yelps and tries to dispatch me, assisted by Draco.

Eventually realizing he wouldn't succeed he pushes Blaise and I down onto the bed Kaia and I once were on.

Blaise's forehead hardly smacks into my jaw and I release him to rub the spot. He tries to soothe his newly red forehead simultaneously, and both of us glare at Draco. He offers a shrug and smirks while sitting against the dorm wall.

"Oh my goodness when will you idiots stop tackling one another?!" Kaia exclaims at the somehow still going mess of boys on the floor.

"He-" breath "needs-" breath "to surrender!" Theodore says between his attacks on Enzo. He responds by vigorously shaking his head but Theo then gets him into a hold that could easily dislocate his arm. He struggles painfully until he finally taps out twice, getting released by the wrestling champ.

Theodore stands up with pride and confidently flexes, "that's ladies and gentlemen was the upcoming new professional wrestler Theodore the Thunder Nott."

A moment of silence pass by and the other five of us exchange glances before erupting into more laughter.

"The th-thunder?" I say breathlessly between snorts.

He crosses his arms and tries to look annoyed by rolling his eyes but soon he ends up chuckling lightly.

Already, I think I've found my place here.

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The next morning I peal my eyelids open and look around the room. Kaia, Theodore and I are stacked head to toe on one bed, Draco and Blaise on the other. Enzo ended up in the middle of the beds sprawled out widely, empty bottles and discarded clothing around him.

I moan externally in reluctance before getting up. My head sways and I feel like I see white for a few seconds, desperately clutching onto their nightstand while I regain my dizziness. Damn it low iron.

Once I can look around without losing balance, my head throbs from the amount of alcohol we shared last night.

Knowing the day would be my first classes I write on a sheet of paper I woke up early and would be leaving in case any of them woke up after I left and wondered about my whereabouts.

Finally I pry the door open slowly and soundlessly before slipping out into the airy hallway. It reeked of alcohol and it was obvious there was a party that happened in the common room on my way to my dorm. While walking through there were cigarettes, bottles, cups, sticky puddles, and some lost heels.

Climbing up the stairs my legs scream at me with soreness. After only three steps I lean against the walling and reach down to take off my heels, settling to carry them in my right hand. After making my way up the rest of the staircase someone collides with me harshly and curses. Their hands pull me roughly by my shoulders towards them to prevent me from toppling backwards.

I look up to see none other but, you guessed it, Riddle.

"Watch where you're going Beckett."

"You're the one who pushed into me, Riddle." His hair was messy and pushed in all directions, two small hickeys layed unconcealed under his jaw and his eyes looked dry and irritated. "Looks like someone lied."

"What the hell are you referring to?" He runs his hands through his hair, trying to flatten the untamed locks.

"Your whole speech 'I don't take advantage of women unlike the other boys', that one. Like when they are intoxicated. Clearly you had fun." Suddenly my back flung into the wall, Mattheo's hand beside my head and his eyes poured into mine, looking absolutely murderous.

"Don't talk about something you don't know the details of Beckett." He sneers, breath fanning my face, smelling of whiskey.

My impulsive thoughts to provoke him more wins over all my rational thinking. "Who was it I wonder? Millicent? No she's too pretty for you. Hmm.... Don't tell me you slept with a greengrass."

"I didn't sleep with anyone." Somehow he comes even closer to me, making our noses bump. His eyes are ready to kill and fists are on either side of me.

"Did she cancel plans before it could go that far?" I taunt. "Maybe she thought you were a little small for her liking-"

"If you don't shut your pretty little mouth-"

"Aww you think my mouth is pretty?"

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, backing up. "You're insufferable."

"Thank you. Now, I need to get to my dorm so... Can you move?"

Within a moment Mattheo is gone, making his way past me down the stairs with his disheveled appearance. Carrying on with myself, I continue to walk to my dorm a few steps down the hall. No sock, hopefully a good sign?

My knuckles press to the wood of the door three times before a stumbling Pansy swings it open. She's holding up a towel around her body and her hair is tangled. Her eyes are dull and look ready to pass back out.

"Hey?"

She finally snaps out of her mini trance and addresses me. "Hi sorry, rough night." Pansy steps back from the doorway and walks further into the dorm where her dress and undergarments are flung.

I walk in and shut the door behind me. "So did y'all hook up?"

"Yes." Her lips turn into a Cheshire grin.

"Was he good?"

"I do not share my secrets." She giggles to herself, "but perhaps he was really good. I must've ca-"

"NOPE!" I yell and put my palms over my earlobes, refusing to hear details. "I do NOT need any visuals or anything more than it was good or bad!"

Her cheeks flare red and giggles again. "I'm gonna get a shower before we have breakfast."

"Got it. I'm gonna head down after I get ready if you're not already out here so I can talk to a certain Gryffindor."

"A Gryffindor?"

I nod, and that Gryffindor is in deep trouble.