𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓 - Mattheo Riddle

4) 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

To say I was nervous would be an understatement.

This party was a huge deal, not just to me but the entire school in general. Slytherin only ever hosted parties twice a year and they were easily the most talked about, if Slytherin hosted a party practically the entirety of England would hear about it. I used to not bat an eye about them but this year was a lot different to the last, this year I actually planned on attending.

I fixed my hair in the mirror, carefully raking my hands through my hair before adjusting the collar of my leather jacket.

Me and Chloe had taken to Hogsmeade on Thursday in attempt to find me an outfit that was appropriate for a Slytherin party, and we had ultimately decided on a black leather jacket, boots and some gold hoop earrings.

She had originally tried to tempt me into wearing some super tight, short silk dress but soon realised there was no way in hell she'd get me into that. I wanted something fitting, appropriate but still me. And this was the closest we were gonna get.

I hadn't told Harry or Ron about my attendance at the party. Hermione kindly decided to cover up for me and tell them I was assisting Professor Sprout in the herbology greenhouses for the evening as she needed help planting some Venomous Tentacula. It was a decent lie, and I had to remain hopeful that they'd be stupid enough to believe it, otherwise there was a high possibility Harry would quite literally avada kadavra me.

I was now pacing down the hallway at 10pm at night, way past curfew and slowly beginning to realise how bad of an idea this was. I had consistent, repetitive urges to turn back around, change into my pajamas, throw a duvet over me and pick up a book; but I knew that wasn't an option, especially not when Ginny spent an hour curling my hair.

I sighed, standing directly infront of the steel Slytherin common room entrance. It was almost like a safe in a way. I noticed a collective amount of large, moving snakes travelling up and down the door, making me shutter slightly. God I hated snakes, probably why I wasn't placed in Slytherin.

I began stalling, frantically pacing up and down the dungeon corridors and playing with my rings. I couldn't hear any music or distant chatter yet but I later came to the conclusion that they had cast a silencing charm to stop passing teachers from hearing it and shutting the party down.

"You forgotten the password of something?" I heard a voice behind me speak abruptly.

I spun my attention toward a messy haired brunette. He had a cigarette settled between his lips and was wearing a white button down shirt paired with a black belt and matching trousers. He was pretty attractive guy but not exactly my type, besides, he didn't have curly hair.

"No." I cleared my throat.

"Then what are you waiting out here for?" He chuckled lightly, his british accent becoming more prominent, "Go inside."

I nodded, feeling a slight lump form in my throat as I awkwardly turned my attention back to the entrance door.

"On second thought..." I paused, scratching the back of my neck, "I think I've forgotten the password."

The guy furrowed an eyebrow, taking the cigarette out from between his lips and walking toward me.

"What's your name?" He squinted.

"Aurora." I flickered my gaze to the ground, attempting to avoid the mention of my last name.

"Aurora what?" He laughed.

"Potter." I whispered.

He shook his head and smirked, "Ah, so your a Gryffindor. That adds up."

"Mhm." I swayed slightly, "What's your name? I don't believe we've met."

"You don't know who I am?" He scoffed.

I shook my head.

"Lorenzo Berkshire."

"Oh yeah, I've heard of you." I replied swiftly, now realising he was one of Mattheos best friends.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "Do you know who's hosting this party by the way? I owe them a thank you for allowing me in."

"Oh yeah I highly recommend you don't do that." Lorenzo ridiculed, "Mattheo Riddles hosting this party and from what I've heard, he's not exactly very fond of you."

"I'm not exactly fond of him either." I folded my arms and grunted, "If he's not fond of me, then how come he willingly invited me to come here tonight?"

"Don't know." Lorenzo shrugged, digging his hands into his side pockets, "The guys stupid I guess."

He then whispered something unintelligible before stepping backward.

I shook it off, watching the entrance to the common room door fly open at Lorenzos words. The sudden booming sound of obnoxiously loud music and green lights shone piercingly into my eyes forcing me to squint.

"After you." Lorenzo let out almost sarcastically, gesturing toward the frame of the open door.