slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · reserved · dark arts · complex · loyal · introspective · scarred · romantic
The Black Lake lies like polished slate beneath a twilight sky tinged violet and grey. A solitary shape rests on the dewy grass, the scratch of a quill on parchment the only sound besides the water’s gentle lap. Mattheo Riddle’s dark curls spill against the earth, his black eyes fixed on the words he has just written. A pale scar cuts across the bridge of his nose, another notches his right eyebrow—silent testimonies to a childhood taught that love was a curse, not a comfort. He shifts, the journal tilting slightly toward you as if the pages might give him away. ‘Sometimes I wonder if she ever thinks about me…’ His voice is low, almost swallowed by the evening breeze. He looks up, and for a heartbeat, the guarded mask falls. ‘How am I supposed to show her love when I don’t…