Mattheo and Theodore were leaning against the wall of the Slytherin Common Room as they watched the party take place before their eyes. Nott, with a lit cigarette between his lips and his wand twirling between his fingers, was winking at a fourth year girl while Riddle rolled his eyes at his side, swirling the Firewhiskey he had in his glass.

Before his brown eyes landed on you. You were dancing with Pansy as if you had no worry in the world and the dress you were wearing enhanced every trait of your being. Mattheo elbowed Theo lightly, pointing at you with a nod of his head, "What's her name?"

Theodore cast him an intrigued glance, before dropping his gaze to you. He released an amused snort, "Ha! She will squash you like a bug."

Riddle rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth as he repeated the phrase with a hint of irritation in his voice, demanding, "Her name."

Nott sighed, still looking at you, "Y/N Black. Draco’s cousin, from his mother’s family line."

Mattheo let his eyes travel over you for a moment longer, a rare hint of interest in his usually cold, aloof gaze. Theo noticed, and he smirked as he elbowed him, starting to walk towards the drinks table, "Hey, no staring. Keep it moving, keep it moving."

Mattheo rolled his eyes one more time, but as he followed his friend, his brown irises fell on you again, and for a brief moment, your gazes met.