Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

An Announcement from the Courtyard

Word Count: 1023

*A/N: inspo from the previous story "A Slytherin Sleepover"

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The sun hung lazily over the Hogwarts courtyard, casting golden streaks across the stone floor. Students filed out from Charms, buzzing with leftover tension.

Y/N flopped onto the courtyard bench with a victorious grin, tugging at her tie like she was shedding battle armor. Pansy Parkinson dropped beside her, practically vibrating with mischief.

"I swear to Merlin," Pansy laughed, "if Hermione Granger corrected the professor one more time, I was going to scream."

"She said 'Actually Professor–' like five times," Y/N snorted. "Even Theo looked like he wanted to strangle her with his wand string."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Honestly, it's like a compulsion. I think she gets off on reminding people she's read next week's chapter for fun."

"Don't forget the part where she corrected me—twice—and then had the nerve to offer me study help like I'm a first-year."

"Oh, darling," Pansy cooed with mock sweetness, "she's just worried you'll never reach her academic greatness."

Y/N snorted at her comment, then leaned back on her hands, smirking with narrowed eyes. "You know what? I think it's time the student body heard our thoughts."

Pansy's eyes lit up. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Let's make a sweet announcement about a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor know-it-all."

Without missing a beat, Pany stood up, wand in hand. Y/N followed, slipping her wand through her fingers like a conductor. Astoria tapped the bench with a steady rhythm, and Blaise, watching from the other end of the courtyard, raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet.

Y/N stood, proud and tall, clearing her throat dramatically and raised her voice to address the other students who were lounging by.

"Boys and girls of all ages," she called. "An announcement is in order."

"Oh Merlin," Daphne muttered gleefully, settling in.

Pansy butted in. "This is a public service, really."

They exchanged one wicked grin—then launched into it.

Pansy

Look at her, she's Granger Dee,

Reading books while the rest of us breathe.

Got her quill sharp, her robes all neat—