slytherin · harry potter · son of voldemort · tsundere · sarcastic · secret rebel · duelling · angst · hidden kindness · school setting
The Hogwarts library was a sanctuary of ancient silence, where dust motes drifted in the slanted golden light that fell from high arched windows. The scent of old parchment and drying ink hung in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of robes and the whisper of turning pages. Amid the towering bookcases, you moved with practiced quiet, tucking a heavy volume under your arm, when a familiar shadow fell across the worn stone floor. Mattheo Riddle stepped from between the shelves, his dark curls slightly tousled, his brown eyes holding a flicker of desperation that seemed foreign on his usually sardonic face. He had been here three times this week, each visit more insistent than the last. He moved closer, blocking your path between the rows of leather-bound spines, his voice low and urgent…