Blood is falling | Slytherin boys

1st day

As dawn breaks, I rise from my slumber, stretching my arms wide. Today marks the beginning of my classes. I glance at my schedule and see that my first lesson is Defence Against the Dark Arts with Mr. Lupin. I hop out of bed, brush my teeth, and don my new Slytherin robes before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Stepping into the common room, I spot Pansy giggling with her friends. She catches sight of me and smirks. "How's the newbie settling in?" 

"Quite well, actually, pugface," I reply with a chuckle, watching her expression sour. Theo and a few other boys burst into laughter at her expense, and I can't help but join in as I make my way to the Great Hall, pausing briefly to visit the bathroom.

Upon entering the Great Hall, I notice that many students have already gathered. I stroll along the Slytherin table, contemplating where to sit, when a familiar voice calls out to me. "Hey y/n, come join us!" I turn to see Theo waving me over. With a smile, I approach the table and take a seat between him and a boy with striking platinum blonde hair. "y/n, this is Draco Malfoy," Theo introduces, pointing to the boy beside me. "And this is Lorenzo, but we call him Enzo, along with Tom and Mattheo, who are brothers," he gestures to the others. My gaze locks with Mattheo's, and I realize he and Tom are the two boys who barged into my room last night.

I divert my gaze and begin to eat from my plate, which holds a slice of toast and a boiled egg. 

"Is that all you're having?" Enzo inquires. 

"Oh, be quiet, Enzo. Not everyone eats as much as you," Draco quips, giving him a playful jab in the ribs. I chuckle softly at their banter. 

"So, Y/N, what's your first class?" Theo asks. "Defence Against the Dark Arts," I respond. "Perfect! Mattheo has that one too, so at least you'll have a familiar face," he replies. I glance at Mattheo, who merely tightens his lips and gives a slight wave. Fantastic, my first class is with someone who seems utterly uninterested in me.

The bell tolls, and I trail behind Mattheo as we make our way to class. We enter, and I settle into my seat, with Mattheo taking the desk beside mine.

"My apologies for bothering you last night, newbie," he leans in and whispers.

"Don't call me that," I retort.

"Then what should I call you, princess?" he smirks.

"Not that either. Just use my name," I snap back.

"But where's the fun in that, darling?" he teases.

I choose to ignore him, focusing on the teacher as he enters and begins the lesson. I glance over to see Mattheo scribbling in his notebook. My brows furrow as I continue taking notes, but soon I feel a pair of eyes on me. I look again, only to find Mattheo copying my notes. Absolutely not! He can't just zone out and then use me as his personal scribe. It's clearly a ploy to annoy me.

"Hey, stop that," I hiss at him.

"Make me," he smirks back.

I roll my eyes, and he chuckles. Why is he trying to make me mad? In a moment of inspiration, I decide to try a vanishing spell I learned recently. I utter the incantation, and my writing disappears, visible only to me. Mattheo's jaw drops in disbelief.

"How did you do that?" he asks, astonished. I smirk and shrug nonchalantly. He looks increasingly frustrated that he can't copy my notes; I swear his face is turning crimson by the second. Good! He deserves it for ignoring me and barging into my dorm.

"What was that all about?" I inquire, looking at him.

"For being a nuisance," he retorts.

"A nuisance? All I did was—" He interrupts me.

"Be quiet, I don't want to hear your whiny voice," he barks, his tone sharp.

I fall silent, turning away and heading to my next class. His rudeness baffles me, but I brush it off and make my way to Ghoul Studies. Upon entering, I spot Enzo and Tom. Enzo catches my eye and waves me over, so I join them at their table.

"How was your first class?" Enzo asks, his curiosity evident.

"It was fine, I suppose," I respond.

"Did Mattheo take your Sudoku book too?" Tom asks in a low, deep voice.

"Oh come on, let it go! What's with you and that Sudoku book?" Enzo chuckles.

"I guess I'm just in love with it" Tom smirks.

"Alright, Riddle, whatever you say," Enzo replies.

Riddle? Wait, isn't that— Oh no. Voldemort's son. So, Mattheo and Tom are Voldemort's sons? That could explain Mattheo's attitude, but he seems so friendly with everyone else. Is it because I'm a girl? Not everyone inherits their parents' traits, right? I hope that's not the reason for his behavior; maybe he just doesn't like me for some strange reason. If Voldemort truly influenced him, he'd be much worse, I'm sure. 

I shake off these thoughts and focus on the teacher, occasionally chatting with Tom and Enzo. My stomach growls, reminding me of my hunger. I should have eaten more. I sip some water to quiet the noise, which works for a moment until the bell rings. I hurry out to the hall to grab some lunch, rushing to sit beside Theo and start eating.

"Someone's in a hurry," Theo remarks with a grin.

"I'm just really hungry," I reply, my cheeks stuffed with food.

Laughter erupts around the table, except for Mattheo, who remains stoic.

"So, how did Mattheo treat you in your first class, Y/N?" Theo inquires, his eyebrows arched in curiosity.

I meet his gaze, feeling the weight of his expectation. "He was alright," I respond, trying to keep the peace and not provoke Mattheo further.

"What classes are you taking, Y/N?" Draco chimes in.

I proudly display my timetable: DADA, Transfiguration, Ghoul Studies, Divination, Charms, Potions, and Care of Magical Creatures. We chat about our classmates, but unfortunately, I find myself in Mattheo's DADA, Potions, and Charms classes. And, of course, Charms is next on the list. Fantastic. I can only hope I won't be seated anywhere near him.