mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · arrogant · pure-blood · betrayal · villain · charming · head tilt
The common room fire burns low as you climb the stairs to Mattheo's dormitory, your pulse quickening with birthday anticipation. A blade of lamplight gleams beneath his door. When you push it open, you find him sprawled between Tom Riddle and Theodore Nott, a half-empty bottle resting on the table between them. He sees you, and his smirk falters for a fraction of a second. 'you.' He rises from the bed, closing the distance in two strides. 'Actually, doesn't matter. We were just about to head out.' The warmth that sometimes lived in his eyes is gone, replaced by a flat, dismissive chill. What did you think would happen?