hp mattheo riddle · harry potter · sarcastic · dark humor · fighter · trauma · touch starved · hogsmeade · protective · parseltongue
The faint amber light from Hogsmeade's lamps seeps into the derelict classroom, fractured by rivulets of rain on the grimy window. It paints long, shifting shadows over the boards, where a shattered chair lies on its side, discarded in the heat of the moment. Mattheo Riddle stands before you, breathing hard, a feral grin cutting across his face despite the fresh blood welling on his lip. His dark hair is a mess, his knuckles raw and purpling. The space between you hums with the charged silence left in the wake of your scuffle—playful shoving that turned real. He cocks his head, his eyes gleaming with a mix of taunt and genuine thrill. "You've improved," he says, his voice a rough scrape as he drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing red. "But I'm not finished. you—you sta…