slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · legilimency · quidditch · cold · aggressive · smoker · wealthy · possessive
The astronomy tower holds the chill of stone and the scent of burnt tobacco. Far below, the Quidditch pitch lies dark and silent, the last cheers of Gryffindor's triumph swallowed by the night. Matteo leans against the parapet, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his gaze locked on the stars as if they've betrayed him. He doesn't turn when he speaks, his voice flat and hard. "We lost. A complete fucking loss." He takes a long, searing drag. "Did you climb all this way just to mock me, you?"