First day of sixth year a new student comes to hogwards. Agnes could not believe who it was... it was her family's killers son . The one and only Mattheo Riddle. The tension between them it's something both of them never experienced before. It's all...
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Agnes Potter
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The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the castle grounds. I had just handed Milo over to Harry, who had promised to take him for a quick walk before heading to the Quidditch pitch. Harry was annoyingly chipper, as usual before a game. Gryffindor is playing against Slytherin, the rivalry to end all rivalries.
"Don't let him eat random mushrooms," I said, handing Harry the leash.
"Got it!" he said holding a tum up. "But for later, just make sure you don't cheer for Slytherin."
"Funny," I said, rolling my eyes.
Harry jogged off with Milo happily bounding beside him, leaving me to make my way toward the pitch. The air buzzed with energy. Students flocked toward the stands, their scarves waving in the breeze, and the chatter of excitement filled the air. When I reached the Slytherin section, Alex was already there, practically bouncing in her seat. She had been talking about Draco playing in this match all day, her enthusiasm both adorable and mildly exhausting.
"Oh my God, there he is!" Alex exclaimed, pointing down to the field where the Slytherin team was warming up. Draco, looking far too pleased with himself, adjusted his gloves and leaned against his broom. Theo, Enzo, and Blaise were already there too, chatting animatedly near the hoops. I found myself smiling despite everything. They looked so focused, like they where ready to fight till death.
All the girls were here, Astoria, Pansy, Evelyn and even Matilda, who usually found sports "tedious and unnecessary." Regulus, of course, was notably absent. Probably holed up in his room, reading some ancient text and rolling his eyes at the idea of Quidditch.
I settled into my seat. The pitch was alive with activity, and for a moment, I thought I could actually enjoy myself. And then guess who decided to showed up just in time. Mattheo strolled into the stands like he owned them, his hands shoved casually into his pockets and that smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nodded in greeting to a few people before making his way toward us.
"Hey," he said to us all, his voice low and smooth as he dropped into the seat next to Evelyn.
Of course. He had to sit there. Evelyn immediately perked up, her face lighting up like Christmas had come early. "Hey, Mattheo," she said, leaning slightly toward him. Her voice was just a bit too sweet, her smile just a bit too wide. I tried not to look. Tried not to care. I focused on the field, where Theo was laughing at something Enzo said. But I couldn't ignore the way Evelyn brushed her hair over her shoulder, the way her laugh was just a bit too loud.
"Are you excited for the game?" she asked him, her tone dripping with flirtation.
Mattheo shifted in his seat, his expression unreadable. "Not really," he said flatly, his eyes fixed on the field.
