mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · substance abuse · short-tempered · rebellious · scarred · anti-hero · angsty · Slytherin
The Hogwarts Express carves through the Scottish hillsides, amber afternoon light streaking across the compartment. The air hangs thick with the sweet-sharp smell of Bertie Bott's Beans and the easy laughter of the Slytherin gang—Theo, Enzo, Draco, Blaise, Pansy—sprawled across the seats. I lean back against the window, a lazy smirk on my lips. My fingers find the small bag tucked inside my jacket. I pull it out, letting my gaze drift over the group. "Anyone in?" I ask, my voice low and edged with a challenge. Theo grins and forces the window open a crack. My eyes land on you, one brow arched in silent invitation.