Riddle Me This

14

"Cae, wake up," the voice of the bravest human being said. Mattheo didn't know yet that I was not a morning person. I opened my eyes, but quickly shut them as the morning light coming from the window sliced across my eyes. I groaned. "Cae," Mattheo's voice urged, and I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me. I slapped it.

"Five more minutes, Aunt Petunia," I mumbled. "I don't know who the hell you're talking about, but I'm Mattheo Riddle," he said. "Unfortunately," I grumbled, slowly opening my eyes. I groaned again. "What time is it?" I mumbled. 

"About 9:00," Mattheo replied. Then, reality hit me. A Riddle was in my bed. And I was laying my head on his chest. His bare chest, for that matter. Okay, not helping, Cae.

"Shit. We need to get ready," I stammered, sitting up quickly. I tried to avert my eyes, but they kept looking down at his muscly chest. Mattheo laughed. "Looking at my muscles again, I see," he said teasingly. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. I walked over to my dresser, snatched some clothes out, and hurried to the bathroom. I changed, splashed my face with water, and did a quick spell to twist my hair into a ballerina bun. 

"Go get dressed," I said, walking out. "I can't wear these?" Mattheo asked, gesturing to his pajama pants and bare chest. I pointed to the bathroom. "March," I ordered as if he were a little kid. "Okay mom," he mumbled, getting out of my bed. I grabbed a pillow and hit him on the head with it. He laughed and ran to the bathroom. 

A few minutes later, he emerged, wearing a black shirt, black jeans, and black Converse. "Whose funeral is it?" I asked. "I haven't decided yet," Mattheo countered. I raised my eyebrows. "How many people have you—you know, killed?" I asked cautiously. Mattheo scratched his chin as we started walking to the door.

"I don't remember. At least a hundred," he said. My eyes widened. "At least?!" I said. Mattheo nodded. "I'm Voldemort's son. Did you expect anything less?" he asked. 

I shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of was expecting you to be different than how me and my friends imagined Voldy Moldy's kids to be," I said. "Voldy Moldy?" Mattheo asked, laughing. "Shut up. It's-" I began. "Never mind, spare me the details," he interrupted me. Probably a good idea. 

"What took you two so long?! Breakfast's already started!" Zee yelled as soon as we entered the common room. "Nothing," I mumbled. "Caeeeeeeee?" Jenjen asked, smirking. I put a palm in her face. "Details. Later. Let's go get breakfast," I said, brushing past all the smirking faces and pushing my way to the door.

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-yours truly, Clare