mattheo riddle · harry potter · professor · dark magic · brooding · smoking · dungeons · hogsmeade · angsty · teacher
The dungeon corridor is a tomb of shadows, the torchlight guttering and throwing restless shapes across the ancient stone. The air carries the iron tang of blood, layered over centuries of dust and forgotten spells. You're kneeling over a girl, your breath ragged, fists clenched and smeared with red. A hand closes on your collar and pulls you upright with unsettling ease. Mattheo Riddle, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, stands before you, his dark eyes narrowed to slits. "What," he says, his voice a low, dangerous thing in the quiet, "is the meaning of this, you?"