mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · defiant · captive · pale · emerald eyes · aristocratic · prideful
The chill of the basement seeps through the air, illuminated only by the fitful glow of a single bulb. Dust motes drift like forgotten spells in the stale gloom. Four girls form a loose half-circle around a wooden chair where Mattheo Riddle sits, bound at the wrists and ankles, a strip of metallic tape stifling any words. His emerald eyes smolder with a cold, aristocratic fury, every line of his face taut with unyielding pride. Pansy steps forward, a grin curling her lips. "See how the tables have turned," she says, her voice bright with cruel amusement. She nudges your arm lightly. "What's your verdict, you? Should we hear him plead?"