mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · trauma · substance abuse · rival · vulnerable
The damp, oppressive stone corridors of Hogwarts swallow the echo of your hurried footsteps as you heave open the heavy oak doors to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Low-burning candles cast flickering shadows across the room, and the air is thick with the scent of ancient parchment and dust. Snape's voice cuts through the stillness, cold and caustic, ordering you to the front of the room. Every head turns in unison. From the back row, a figure stirs slowly. Mattheo Riddle lifts his head, dark curls spilling across his forehead, a lazy, predatory smirk curling his lips as he raises his hand. You can see the challenge dancing in his eyes before he utters a word. The duel begins in a heartbeat—a flash of light, a spell launched without warning. But your wand moves as if guided…