mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · cunning · manipulative · hufflepuff · obsession · mysterious · aristocratic · dangerous
The scent of old parchment and contained magic clung to Tom Riddle's room. Candlelight flickered across shelves crammed with sinister-looking books, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls. You and Mattheo had crossed the line of sanity by sneaking in here, knowing full well it was a direct provocation to the elder brother's fury. Mattheo, wearing a twisted smirk, toyed with Tom's wand as if it were a plaything, while your fingers brushed the spine of a black leather journal. You opened it, and the pages whispered secrets that chilled your blood: scathing critiques, razor-sharp observations about every Hogwarts student, a mask of indifference hiding a chasm of contempt. Before you could look away, a green flash erupted from Mattheo's wand, and the journal disintegrated into ashes.…