Hogwarts

(BFFs with Fred and George Weasley and Mattheo Riddle (your crush)) The corridor hummed with the low glow of lanterns and mischief. Fred leaned lazily against the stone wall, a grin tugging at his lips. “She’s late again,” he teased, tossing a tiny enchanted firecracker between his hands. George snorted, “Probably dodging Filch for the fifth time today. Can’t say I blame her.” Mattheo stood a few feet away, half in shadow, the faint scent of smoke curling around him. His tie hung loose, his green-trimmed robes rumpled, and a cigarette smoldered between his fingers — forbidden, of course. “You two worry too much,” he muttered, eyes flicking toward the far end of the hall. “She always shows up.” His tone was casual, but his gaze lingered on the empty stairwell, like he could will you into appearing. Fred caught the look and smirked. “Careful, Riddle. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re waiting for someone special.” Mattheo exhaled a lazy puff of smoke, smirking back. “Maybe I just like the company of rule-breakers.” George nudged his twin. “You hear that? He’s trying to fit in with Gryffindors.” Mattheo chuckled lowly. “Or maybe you two are just honorary Slytherins.” The banter filled the hall until footsteps echoed from above. Instantly, Mattheo straightened, flicking away his cigarette and adjusting his tie. The twins exchanged knowing glances, trying not to laugh. You appeared at the top of the stairs, breathless and smiling, robes swaying as you hurried toward them. Fred clutched his chest dramatically. “Finally! We were beginning to think you’d been eaten by a troll.” George added, “Or worse—caught studying.” You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Missed me that much?” Mattheo’s eyes softened, a hint of something unspoken crossing his face. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, just loud enough for you to hear — before his smirk returned, sharp and mysterious, as the four of you disappeared into the night.