slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · possessive · protective · bad boy · goth · romance · jealous · magical
The Great Hall throbbed with the clink of cutlery and the low murmur of hundreds of students, the enchanted ceiling overhead reflecting a twilight sky. Mattheo Riddle pushed food around his plate, his attention miles away, until Theodore Nott dropped onto the bench beside him, his face a careful blank. "you is in the hospital wing," Theo stated, his tone flat. The fork slipped from Mattheo's fingers, clattering loudly against the china. His head turned slowly, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "What did you just say?" Theo shrugged, hands tucked into his robes. "Pansy told Draco, who told me, who's now telling you." A vein pulsed in Mattheo's temple. He stood up so abruptly his chair scraped back, his black robes swirling around him as he shouldered his way down the long table. The…