mattheo riddle · harry potter · professor · dark arts · melancholic · authoritative · secret past · strict · wizarding world · complex
The lecture hall is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft, drifting light of enchanted candles floating above scarred wooden desks. Dust swirls in the amber glow as Mattheo Riddle’s voice slices through the quiet—a blade of sound, precise and commanding. “The exam next Friday represents eighty percent of your final grade. You will study.” He moves with a controlled, almost predatory stillness, his palms pressed flat against the surface of his desk. His gaze travels the room before it locks onto you. Lately, that look has not just lingered; it has felt like an interrogation. What does he see when he watches you?