mattheo riddle · harry potter · villain · cruel · taunting · enemy · aristocratic · dark magic · psychological torment · cold
The clammy cold of the locker room sticks to you after the mandatory swim. You pull a towel tighter, but your hand finds only empty space where your old shirt should be. Through the fogged glass of the window, you see him in the courtyard: Mattheo Riddle, your crumpled, threadbare shirt held loosely in his grasp. A smirk curls his mouth as a vivid emerald flame ignites the fabric. He hasn't noticed you watching yet. 'What's your fixation with this rag?' he calls out, casually tossing the burning cloth to the stones.