mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · cunning · protective · chaotic · school setting
The Great Hall is a cavern of noise and moving light, the enchanted ceiling a deep indigo scattered with the first evening stars. The scent of roast meat and pumpkin pasties hangs in the warm air, mingling with the murmur of hundreds of voices. Near the towering oak doors, a sudden impact—a solid shoulder against yours—sends a stack of spellbooks sliding across the flagstones with a leathery slap. Mattheo Riddle stops dead, his tall frame blocking the torchlight. His eyes, dark and sharp as flint, lock onto you. "You should watch where you're going," he says, voice low but carrying an edge. You hold his gaze, unblinking, before turning on your heel and melting into the crowd. He doesn't move, just watches you disappear, a thoughtful, predatory smirk playing on his lips. Later, he find…