STAR GIRL [] mattheo riddle

chapter eight

A FEW WEEKS HAD passed by since my first trip to hogsmeade.

it was now nearing the end of november, and while you'd think that'd mean people got moodier due to the cold weather— the students (and professors) were all  too busy thinking about the yule ball.

as professor mcgonnagal informed us that the ball would be taking place at 8pm, on the night of christmas eve, it meant that we'd have time to gift and open all of our presents before readying for the ball.

i was surprised to find myself as excited as the other students allowed to attend, which was something weird for me. 'course, being a malfoy meant that we've attended many balls and formal parties before.

so why would this one be any different?

"what's going on in that mind of yours, malfoy?" asked theodore, leaning his head back against the tree while handing me the cig.

"nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, darling," i replied, grinning and took a big puff.

theodore shrugged, "if you say so,"

after deciding to skip herbology, even though i was currently sat smoking a herb, i found theodore wandering the halls of the castle.

he told me also decided to skip, though his lesson was muggle studies. i asked him for his reasoning and was unsurprised when he said, and i quote, "why would i waste my time learning about the muggle world when i live in the wizarding one?"

although, he did have a fair point.

after gallivanting through the halls a bit more, we decided to sit at our regular-smoking spot: under the oak tree in one of the main yards.

"this tree brings back some memories, dunnit nott?" i snickered, giving the boy a knowing look.

theodore rolled his eyes, "if you could refrain from reminding me of my most humiliating moment at hogwarts, that'd be great,"

i nudged his side, "but where's the fun in that, mate?" i paused, glancing at him from the corner of my eye, "besides...i thought it was quite funny,"

"obviously you did," he shook his head, "you weren't the one in the hospital wing for days, were you, now?"

i grinned, amused, "no, but you've got to admit, the gryffie's got you good,"

on one of our many trips down here, me and nott, or more just theodore, suffered the wrath of whom everyone calls fred and george. i remember laughing my ass off while theodore was carried to the hospital wing by hagrid— the younger boy having been hung by his pants on one of the branches, and ultimately face planting on the ground while trying to get down.

i knew immediately who the culprits were when i spotted thsaid-boys and their friend, who i learnt was called lee, running through the halls and away from the yard, mischievous grins on their faces.

i let nott found out on his own who was behind the prank, finding humour in the little guessing games he had.

"yeah, whatever," he shrugged me off. i was happy to find out that although theodore was a a bit of a blood supremacist, he never said anything about the weasleys being "blood-traitors". i'm guessing many people had a mutual respect for the twins.

i pondered my thoughts for a moment before remembering an event that would be taking place soon, "you got a date for the yule ball?"

smirking, he responded, "i'm thinking about one of the beauxbaton girls," theodore glanced at me, "who'd you recommend?"