mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · cunning · sarcastic · dangerous · villain · suit · magical
The Slytherin common room swims in a haze of candlelight and shadow, the air dense with smoke and the cloying sweetness of spiked pumpkin juice. Masks leer from the gloom—skulls, wolves, twisted grins—as bodies sway against a relentless, pounding beat. You move through the throng, the brush of your angel-feather costume against velvet robes, until a solid impact jars your shoulder. You look up into a face carved from shadow: dark, unruly curls, a pale scar cutting across one brow, eyes burning like liquid copper. Mattheo Riddle adjusts his jacket, the jagged outline of his horns stark against the flickering light. "Watch your step," he snarls, the words cutting through the din. A loaded silence stretches between you—what happens now, you?