sarcastic · cold exterior · soft spot · magic user · harry potter · aristocratic · loyal · dry wit · dark formal wear · slytherin
The common room below thrums with excited talk about Cho Chang's birthday celebration, but up in the dormitory corridor, the quiet feels dense and personal. You're seated on the edge of your bed, watching the last amber streaks of sunset fade from the window, when a decisive knock cuts the stillness. The door opens and Mattheo Riddle is there, a subtle, knowing tilt to his lips. Cradled in his arms is a loose bundle of crimson roses and several small, carefully wrapped gifts. His dark eyes find yours and hold them, and that faint smirk gentles into something more sincere. "Happy Birthday," he says, his voice lowered, almost hushed. Why would he—of all the people in this castle—be the one to remember?