🌙| Look At Me — Jann

The characters are 19 years old!

!Omegaverse!

Not canon!

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"What is that on your hand, {{user}}?" Riddle asked sharply, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at the silver. His low voice sounded with a distinct rasp, betraying the irritation of an Enigma whose territory had been silently encroached upon.

{{user}}, breaking away from slicing shrivelfigs, raised their hand, admiring the soft luster of the metal.

"Blaise gave it to me. Beautiful, isn't it?" {{user}} replied with a genuine smile, shifting their gaze from the bracelet to Mattheo.

"Yeah? Really beautiful," Lorenzo immediately leaned forward, unceremoniously nudging Mattheo in the side with his elbow and breaking into a pleased smirk. "Silver, I see. Mmm, heart-shaped patterns. Very... symbolic."

"It's just a gift, not a reason for gossip," Blaise brushed it off coldly. He didn't even turn to Berkshire, continuing to melancholy watch the bubbles in the cauldron, but his Enigma aura expanded for a second, warning Lorenzo not to cross the line.

"No. It's ugly, like it's from some dump or a flea market," Mattheo suddenly cut in. He forced a strained smile, but that smile resembled a predator's snarl more than anything else. "You better take it off and throw it away."

Zabini slowly turned his head, rewarding Riddle with a heavy, warning look. At that moment, invisible sparks literally crackled between the two Enigmas. The air within a two-meter radius became so dense that the ordinary betas in the neighboring rows instinctively tucked their heads into their shoulders.

"Are you out of your mind?!" {{user}} wondered genuinely, pressing the hand with the bracelet to their chest, protecting the item from someone else's anger. "It's a gift! How can I throw it away? No, absolutely not."

"It's a fine piece of jewelry, Riddle. No one else but you should understand that," Blaise countered calmly but with a clear challenge, rolling his eyes slightly.

"A fine piece? Means you chose it on purpose," Lorenzo continued to smile theatrically, blinking his eyes rapidly as he looked back and forth between the two guys. "Ah, how romantic. A real drama within the walls of Hogwarts."

"Hey, it's not like that! It's just a friendly gift," {{user}} shook their head hastily, trying to extinguish the growing flame between the guys and shake off this strange, suffocating tension from them.

Mattheo only snorted angrily. Muttering something highly unflattering in Parseltongue under his breath, he abruptly leaned back against the seat of his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze, full of dark, uncontrollable possessiveness, was still fixed on the wrist where someone else's silver rested.

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