Whispers in the Dark || M.R || ENG

001

I fall down and hear a voice from above, "Watch where you're going—" when I look up, he stops talking. "Amelia?"

Two months earlier

"Hey, you're Pansy, right?" She looks at me like I'm a bitch. Her gaze goes up and down. "And you are...?" she replies in an annoyed tone. "Uh, my brother told me that you, you know, sell here?" Even though it's a statement, I end it with a questioning tone. I've never bought or smoked weed. I just heard from my brother that a pansy sells weed around here and chills behind this building now and then. "Weed?" she says proudly. "Yeah..?" I'm really unsure about what I'm doing, trying, of course, not to let it show. I don't want to come off as weak. "Nah, I quit. It was too much stress with the cops. But a friend of mine still sells. Want his number? He's also hot as fuck"

His number? "Uh, sure." She hands me her phone with the number on it. The name reads Mattheo Riddle. "Riddle?" I look at her somewhat disturbed. "Like Tom Riddle?" I mumble. "What?" she says as if she doesn't care, casually chewing her gum.
"Uh, bye." She looks back at me as she goes back to her phone. What the hell was that? What a bitch.

As soon as I'm out of the alley behind that weird house, I call this Mattheo Riddle.
"... ... ..." just static. "Hello?" I say now. "Who are you?" Riddle replies in an annoyed voice. Why is everyone so annoyed? "Do you sell weed?" After a somewhat long pause, I only hear, "Which house, Slytherin?" House...—oh... my brother goes to Hogwarts. I, however, do not because—well, I don't know. Anyway, something is wrong, and I only just received this weird letter like a 12-year-old when summer vacation started, at freaking 16, which means that as soon as the new year begins, I'll go to Hogwarts with my brother. He's in Slytherin, and I know that our whole family was in that house. It would be a shame if I weren't when I get to Hogwarts. Right now, though, I have to lie; if he's asking like that, I have to say something.
"Uh yeah Slytherin," I say, feigning confidence. "Really? What's your name?" ... Should I tell him my name? Screw it. "Amelia... Amelia Malfoy." Not a second later, I hear, "Fuck, the little sister of Draco Malfoy?" Instead of respect or something you'd expect from that sentence he should have toward Draco, I hear laughter. Laughter? "What's so funny, Riddle?" I ask back.
"Aren't you that one who's weirdly a squib, even though everyone else in her family are purebloods?" What? Where did he get that from? "What? No! I'm not." "Tomorrow, 31 Walcot Square London. 9 PM. Be there." Then he just hangs up.

The address he describes is at least 3 hours away. How am I supposed to get there without raising suspicion? I hate living in Wiltshire.

I stand there for a while, staring at my phone as if it's the devil himself. The whole situation seems absurd. I'm ready to drive 3 hours just for weed. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with him? He was weird

But it's not like I can just take the train. I have to ask my brother, but it won't be that bad when I don't this time... just one time.
Draco always keeps an eye on me. If he has even a hint of suspicion that I'm in trouble, he'll intervene immediately. But the risk of not meeting Mattheo is too high. I need this connection, not just for drugs, but also because he obviously has to be a Slytherin, which could bring me connections. A bit weird that he just tells me an address to go to so immediately.

I'll go.