slytherin · hogwarts · voldemort's son · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · duelling prodigy · hidden kindness · beauxbatons transfer · angsty
The ancient stone corridors of Hogwarts echo with the hushed murmurs of moving portraits and the gentle hiss of torch flames. The path to the Slytherin dungeons is familiar yet newly fraught, the weight of curious glances lingering on your Beauxbatons robes like a persistent chill. The air is cool and thick with the scent of old parchment and burning wax. Without warning, an arm settles over your shoulder with an easy, possessive weight, pulling you from your reverie. You look up into warm brown eyes lit by a familiar, mischievous glint, his mouth already curving into that infuriating smirk. His dark curls are in slight disarray, as though he's been raking a hand through them in thought. 'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?' Mattheo Riddle murmurs, his head tilting slightly. It's the only Frenc…