𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide. (Starts and ends at the '✭‧⁺˚*･༓☾✭☽༓･*˚⁺‧✭')

Enzo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

Since I hadn't seen or heard from Lizzie in ages, I started to assume she was dead.

Well until Tom filled me in on his 'amazing idea'. It was in fact not amazing; because it either ended in Lizzie or Riddle dead, or way too passionately making out (with baby making included).

So while Aurora was on a girl's day out with Pansy and Daphne, where she always ends up awkwardly third-wheeling, I decided to check on my best friend.

And what I walk in on is not my preferred thing to see. Lizzie is stood between Mattheo's legs, her dagger in her hand. And he's shirtless, with a fresh scar on his hip.

I should have knocked.

"So are you pregnant yet?" I ask.

Both of them turn their heads to face me, faces filled with surprise and confusion, and a hint of a pink blush of embarrassment on top.

"No." It takes her a while to comprehend and then answer the question, but her tone sounds sure. "We didn't fuck."

"Well your sleep clothes are in a heap on the floor, you're dressed but not actually showered, and he's shirtless and looks a mess. You don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to assume you did." I point out. I think that was the smartest I've been in the past week.

"Actually, I forgot one thing. The sexual tension is even worse now so you couldn't have." I walk over and sit on the huge plush bed.

My best mate rolls her eyes. "Calm down Sherlock, you're not gonna be an uncle any time soon." She sounds angry but I can tell she's just joking.

She sits in my lap and kisses my cheek. My arms wrap around her waist with natural expertise.

"I haven't seen you in a while, have you and Aurora been busy? Maybe I should be worried that I'll be an aunt soon." She teases me, but I can see past her messy curls there's a very angry man who looks 102% jealous right now.

"No, no baby yet..." But I stop myself, "I think."

She raises a brow. Mattheo's deathly glare only gets worse as she leans into me. "You think? Well tell me as soon as you find out."

I try to hint for Liz to get off my lap by nudging her, but she doesn't get the hint. Her fiance's stares feel like tiny glass shards pricking my skin.

Welp I'm dead meat.

After a few too many begging looks she glances at him and rolls her eyes. "Possessive much?" A scoff leaves her lips, but she does move from my lap to sit between me and Riddle.

The fact he hasn't said a single thing to me makes me want to Dumbledore leap off the manor roof. His silence makes me uneasy.

"Anyway, Liz do you wanna go for a smoke away from this psycho?" I want to get away from Mattheo as subtly as possible, before I look like a snack for Nagini.