Spirals || Mattheo Riddle

꩜ Chapter 7 ꩜

A/N: TW, heavy mentions of SA. Please skip this if it might upset you xx

Mattheo's POV

My father thought it would be appropriate to send me on a 'errand' during the first week of school. Not that I really needed the education, but it was still frustrating to be placed under his boot once again.

Once it had been completed to his satisfaction I had returned to the school. Hardly any teachers questioned my disappearance, either being too scared or just knowing it was best not to ask. Unfortunately, Hogwarts was doing little to cure my boredom. It didn't take long for terrorising students to get dull and I had even gotten so desperate as to attempt listening in class. 

It was Friday and I only had one class left of the day before I could return to my dorm, free from the stares that followed me wherever I went. Sometimes people looking at you in only fear gets a little old.

Malfoy had been given his task before the schooling year started. I hadn't bothered to check up on him yet, knowing that he would have hardly started, and yet the boy was already pulling his hair out over it. The influence my father had over these people.

Most students were chattering about the tart up party tonight which I doubted I would attend. I wasn't much in the mood for watching drunken half wits fall around on each other. Maybe instead I would visit that tower I had found.

I showed up on time to this particular class today, I was in a bad mood as it was and I think coming in late and having a whole class's attention would be my breaking point. 

What was I on about? I was supposed to love this. The fear that poured from people as I walked by and the feeling that I could get away with anything. And yet that little voice in my head still whispered monster, every time someone flinched under my gaze. Nothing helped with the suffocating feeling in my chest that I got whenever I thought about the reality of my life.

Scanning the room for a seat, preferably in the back of the room, my eyes caught Raven Holt. Her hair was spilling over the paper she was furiously writing on, face so focused in you'd think it was a life or death situation.

Her eyes weren't on me, thank Merlin, and I couldn't help but stand and watch for a second as she wrote, unaware I was there. 

I felt my cheeks unwillingly lift with a smirk at the thought of terrorising the poor girl. Her annoyance brought pure joy that made any other boredom or dread melt away. My feet moved quickly, almost acting on their own, and placed me in the empty seat next to her. A smug grin stuck on my face. 

"Good afternoon Holt." I barely got a glance from her before she turned back to what appeared to be a potions essay. 

"Don't you have anywhere else to sit, Riddle?" The boredom in her voice was prominent, possibly dampening my enthusiasm a little but not enough to make me leave her alone. She was one of those people you know? The ones who's skin you love to watch crawl. Unfortunately, this one had a incredibly frustrating attitude.

She pointed out the Ravenclaw girls on the opposite side of the classroom, so obviously fretted over me. I sent them a wink, not appreciating the reaction of squeals and giggles as much as I could have. I hadn't been lying when I said no one reacted to me the way she did. Everyone else always had either fear, admiration or lust, the latter applying to the majority of Slytherin and Ravenclaw girls.

But she didn't have any of those, she looked at me like I was something on display, a piece of text that needed to be understood before given the right summary. She spoke to me as she would speak to any other person. But she also didn't give me the respect I deserved, and I fucking hated that. I felt torn between what I wanted from her, which is why I found myself baffled when she asked me exactly that.