𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 | mattheo riddle

11 | the arrival

"I wonder what it's gonna be this time." Someone sighs, Layla thinking the exact same thing.

"We have a few unexpected arrivals of new students. Eventhough it is not the beginning of the year, the school has decided to accept these boys, as they have an outstanding record of education."

Everyone sits up straighter, and people begin to chatter.

Imagine if it's-

"Please welcome, Lorenzo Berkshire,"

Oh fuck this.

"Theodore Nott,"

No fucking way.

"Liam Matthews,"

You got to be shitting me.

"Dylan Jacobs,"

Oh what the-

"and Mattheo Martinez."

Fuck no.

McGonagall announces and Layla's heart leaps out of her chest.

The grand doors of the Great Hall swing open, and as a group the boys enter the hall, striding all the way up to the front as people watch in awe, all the girls looking like they're about to die as they make eye contact with them.

They stop when they reach the stage and McGonagall pulls out the sorting hat.

"You will now be sorted into your houses. There are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Layla watches intensely, her breathing growing heavier and heavier by the second, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of her forehead. She has never been more stressed out in her life.

"Lorenzo Berkshire, please step up to the hat."

Enzo sits on the stool and McGonagall puts the hat on him. After a couple of seconds, it shouts, "Slytherin!"

It does the same for each and everyone one of them, but when it comes to Mattheo, Layla watches closer. The hat barely touches his head and it instantly screams, "Slytherin!"

This can not be happening.

The whole of the Slytherin house are cheering and celebrating in joy, whilst the rest of the houses clap slowly, disappointed that none of the new hot boys are in their house.

The boys confidently approach Layla's table and she's so out of it to notice, but Astoria and Pansy rush towards her and take a seat either side of her.

"So, Layla! What do you think?" Astoria whispers, as the boys take a seat with Blaise and Draco, who are a couple of seats away.

She watches as Draco and Blaise shake hands with them, and act as if they've never met each other before.

How fucking fake.

Only Layla knows of their fucking schemes - well not exactly, she doesn't know their goal but she knows that they're up to no good.

Layla suddenly makes eye contact with Mattheo, who seemed to be the sort of 'leader of the group'. Layla quickly looks away, screaming at herself for making eye contact with them.

She's not supposed to remember them.

They can never find out that the memory wiping spell didn't work.

"Uh, I guess they're okay." Layla shrugs, finally answering Astoria's question. "I'm so sorry by the way, for leaving you at the ball. I was feeling so out of it I just took a rest in my dorm... I didn't feel like being there."

"It's okay don't worry. That's all in the past now! Anyways, Pansy you don't get to choose from the new comers, because you've already got Draco. But who do you think is the hottest Layla?" Astoria says, as the Great Hall is filled with chatter.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Pansy groans. "Let's rate them all out of ten."

"Okay, okay. I remember all their names." Astoria says, sitting up straighter getting excited.

"Of course you do." Pansy laughs.

"Okay, the first one. Lorenzo Berkshire, that brunette with the good cheek bones." Astoria says.

"He does have good cheekbones, doesn't he?" Pansy agrees.

"I guess so." Layla laughs, but she wasn't in the mood for this. All she could feel when she looked at the newcomers was instant hatred.

"Um... six point nine nine nine out of ten." Pansy says.

"Nine out of ten for me." Astoria says blushing. "That boy is hot as fuck."

Layla and Pansy tilt their heads to examine and that's when they notice Enzo sending Astoria a wink.

"Oh my days." Pansy squeals. "And you Layla?"

"I'm just going to rate them all seven. I'm too tired for this." Layla yawns.

"Boringgg! Anyways, next. Theodore Nott, the brunette sitting beside Lorenzo. Looks like they're great friends." Astoria smiles.

They came as a duo, Lorenzo and Theodore. Little did they know Astoria was making mental notes this whole time.

Lorenzo and Theodore were the ones skilled with guns. Layla realised this now, that each boy in the group specialised in something, a particular skill that seemed useful in combat.

"Jeez Astoria, it looks like you're already in love." Layla laughs.

"No no, that's not what this is. Anyway, I think Theodore is a solid seven out of ten."

"Eight out of ten for me." Pansy says.

"Okay next boy... the small one sitting beside them. Liam Matthews."

"Six, maybe?" Pansy says.

"He's cute." Astoria shrugs. "Six point five. And now, to the two boys sitting opposite them, first Dylan, the one wearing the hand wraps."

"You think he does boxing?" Pansy asks. "That's an added bonus." She smirks.

"Yes, for sure! Eight out of ten!" Astoria says.

"Agreed, eight." Pansy says.

"Pansy, what would you rate Draco then?" Layla asks, as both her and Astoria let out a giggle.

"That's for me to know." Pansy sighs, rolling her eyes. "Okay now for the last guy. I remember his name, Mattheo Martinez, right?"

"Yes. He looks super mysterious, doesn't he? All those scars on his face?" Astoria says.

"Very fucking mysterious." Layla agrees, sending a glare straight to him. She could already feel the burning hatred towards him in her heart...

Too bad he's hot as fuck.