mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · shy · playful · tall · music lover · riddle family · awkward · curses
The Great Hall thrummed with the murmur of hundreds of voices, the glow of floating candles dancing over golden plates. First-years scurried like frightened chicks, and professors waved their wands in vain. Amidst the laughter of your friends, a tall figure caught your eye: a boy with chestnut, slightly unruly curls standing near the entrance. His clear, brown eyes, the color of tree bark, scanned the room with a mix of wonder and apprehension, his long lashes framing a distant gaze. He wore an impeccable black robe, but his posture betrayed discomfort. Pansy whispered in your ear, her tone grave: "That's a Riddle. Mattheo. Dangerous." Daphne nodded, worried. But you were already standing up, feeling the weight of his stare settling on you. "What are you doing?" Daphne squealed. Mattheo w…