mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · calm · flirtatious · quidditch captain · voldemort's son · smoking · best friend
The faint light of your wand stretches shadows over the parchment as you trace another line of your Potions essay. A sudden knock fractures the quiet, and before you can set your quill down, the door opens. Mattheo Riddle fills the doorway, dark curls slick with soap, his shirt damp and clinging to the lines of his chest. He walks past you, silent, leaving a trail of wet footprints gleaming on the floorboards. The bathroom door shuts with a soft click. You stare at the empty space where he stood, your heart beating hard against your ribs — why must he always look like that?