as the world caves in; mattheo riddle

"Of course not. Unlike you, I have class."

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"Is it too much?" I ask Pansy as I look into my reflection. 

I tilt my head slightly, smoothing out the black mini dress with my palms. The dress had lace detailing, hugging my frame. 

"Absolutely not, Amora," she replies, coming up behind me. 

"I don't know..." I trail off, turning around to face her.

"Love," she places her hands on each side of my head, making me look at her. "Don't overthink it. We look hot, and we're going to have a great time." she says. 

I take a deep breath, nodding softly as a small smile tugs at my lips. 

"Ok. Fine," I sigh, giving my appearance one last glance before we leave the dorm. 

We make our way down the corridor to the Slytherin common room, the sound of music getting louder as we approach. Pansy takes my hand, leading us through the vast sea of people, heading towards the drink table. The air was thick, green shining lights adding to the smokey atmosphere. Pansy pours a few shots of firewhiskey, downing them in one go as the liquid burns a trail down my throat, a familiar relaxation taking over my senses. 

"Let's go dance," I yell to Pansy after taking another shot, a smirk growing on my lips. 

She gives me a laugh before nodding, grabbing her hand as we make our way through the crowds of drunk students to reach the dance floor. 

"You look beautiful, Amora," a familiar voice mutters in my ear. 

I spin around to find Theo standing behind me, his signature smirk plastered on his features. I roll my eyes in a playful manner, giving him a smile as I wrap my arms behind his neck, giving him a tight hug before pulling away. 

"Lovely to see you too, Theodore," I tease. 

"Ouch, using the full name," he replies, placing a dramatic hand over his heart, his voice laced with a mocking tone. 

I laugh softly in reply, my attention shifting as my gaze wanders the party going on around us. 

"Who's that?" I ask, nodding towards a boy who looked about our age, engaging in conversation with Draco and Pansy. He had messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, but there was just something about him that caught my attention. Theo follows my gaze before replying. 

"Miles Bletchley. He's in the year above us," he replies casually, handing me a red solo cup. 

I take a long sip, cringing slightly at the strong taste, the cool liquid offering brief distraction from the strange feeling gnawing at me. 

"What's he doing talking to Draco and Pansy?" I question, narrowing my eyes at them as my curiosity gets the best of me. 

I'm not sure why I thought the interaction was so strange, but with how closed off Draco has been, it seemed to spike red flags for anything he did that was out of the ordinary. In this case, being in deep conversation with a boy who I had never seen before. 

"Dunno," Theo shrugs. "He's on the quidditch team with us." 

I wasn't entirely convinced, but I try to shrug it off. Still, my gaze lingers on the three for a moment. As if sensing my eyes on him, Miles turns and meets my gaze, and for a brief moment, we lock eyes. I quickly look away, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. 

"Let's go get another drink," I suggest. 

I grab Theo's hand, guiding him back towards the drink table. I pour us two shots, giving a small 'cheers' before gulping the liquid down in a swift motion, the sharp sting of the alcohol finally beginning to settle in. The shot went down smoothly, starting to feel the warm buzz.