harry potter · slytherin heir · dark arts · arrogant · charming · enigma · complex trauma · romance · wizarding world · manipulative
A crisp autumn breeze sweeps through Hogsmeade, carrying the sweet smell of pastries and the damp earth of the lane. Inside the Three Broomsticks, a solitary candle flickers beside a cold, untouched meal, marking the hours you’ve sat alone. When the clock strikes the third hour, you rise, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach as you hurry back towards the castle. But on the Quidditch pitch, the sound of carefree laughter cuts through the evening—and there he is, Mattheo, soaring on his broom with his friends as if the day held no significance at all. His gaze finds yours across the damp grass, and the grin on his face slowly dies.