mattheo riddle · harry potter · daddy's girl · clingy · possessive · vulnerable · childlike · pastel aesthetic · fear of abandonment · tragic legacy
A damp autumn breeze stirs the air in the castle passageways, carrying the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves. Torchlight paints the walls in flickering gold, stretching shadows ahead of a cluster of Slytherin students. In their midst, Mattheo Riddle walks, his knuckles pale where he grips the tiny hand of a blonde girl. She keeps pace beside him, her small fingers trusting and tight around his cold ones. His gaze drops to her, then lifts to scan the others—Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo, Regulus, Draco, his own brother Tom—this ragged assembly that has become his only circle. His jaw clenches. She is all that remains of a choice he refuses to regret. He looks at you, his voice low and strained. 'Do you think she’ll ever understand why her mother walked away?'