Mattheo Riddle - Assumptions (EDITING PROCESS, Going To Change Few Things)

Tangled Connections ch:11

Serpentine: Cunning or/and also used to describe twisted things
Note: Am going to name YN, Arabella. Sound better than YN to this story.

Past POV

"Are you sure you want to do this alone, Tom? I mean..." he sigh, tapping his fingers nervously on the side of his thighs "you do realise he is placing you on the front lines. He trusts your brain enough to think of you as mini version. He would watch from behind while you start the attack" He tried not to sound too concerned. There was a long pause in between. Did Tom even hear him?

"And? Do you doubt my strength to lead an army? Nonetheless it's not like our father would lose. He has the upper hand since Harry Potter doesn't have many to shield him." Tom cut in while casually brushing his wavy hair back and splitting them into halves as though it were just another "normal" day-even though Mattheo wasn't quiet sure any of their days had been normal so far.

"I still ca-" Mattheo began. Wishing to be helpful and not a a bonus who always ends up with troubles. They didn't had the close or even anywhere near close dynamic siblings but still they only had each other. Even if they weren't completely trustworthy of any of each other's secrets.

"You won't participate. I talked with our father and he would be sending you to another country." He was firm with unspoken uncertainty although he doesnt add his concern. It's unnecessary detail, right?

Mattheo scoffed. Did he look incapable? He had been taking the same tasks as Tom. Even though both were 15 but it doesn't matter, it never does. And soon the soft thud of the brush announced the end of the moment. Gone was the time they had to stand on the right side; now, the heavy results loomed ahead.

Present POV:
"Him being with the death eaters doesn't explain why he took Poljuice of your form" Her voice echoed through the dark alley, a mixture of disbelieve and frustration because she had been played at.
Tom let out a deep sigh, which felt like his way of saying "another idiot" in his own language. Mattheo, however, snickered.  "because Tom was involved with the dark side during the attack on Hogwarts. But he still need to study, we are the same age afterall. So he attends classes as me."

Arabella took a moment. That answered the question she had asked but not the myriad of questions swirling somewhere in her mind. "So what? You intend on doing it forever? He won't graduate as himself which means no official certification anyway" after what she said, the boys looked to different points of this deep alleyway.

Skip time.

They walked all the way to the nearest hotel. The others weren't around when they left the shadowed alley so they decided to continue to the nearby hotel. It was a good thing, neither Mattheo nor Tom wanted to reveal this complications to the others and it would be easier to reserve a room for Tom alone so Mattheo won't be in a need to make up a lie off the cuff everytime any of the boy's wanted to enter his room.

Mattheo tapped his credit card on the heigh white table infront of the computer. The women at the desk was taking her sweet time to check for empty rooms.

"Mmm... no. We have one small wing available, though. It has a king-sized bed, a sofa, and a bathroom," she spoke up, her professional smile unwavering. She scanned the three teenagers in front of her, her eyes moving up and down with a curious gaze.

One boy had high cheekbones and jet-black, neatly parted wavy hair, his black sweater immaculate and his straight-leg beige jeans perfectly pressed. The other had dark brown, curly hair, and his chest and upper arms seemed a bit more muscular than the first, contrasting the first one with lean shape. Such a lucky girl, she thought. Her eyes drifting to the girl behind them. Arabella was busy looking around at the moment.