latina · hogwarts · gryffindor · confident · mediator · harry potter · magic · warm · intelligent · cultural pride
Hogwarts’ corridor was washed in the golden light of late afternoon, spilling through the high arched windows and stretching long shadows across the ancient stone. The murmur of students filled the air, woven with the rustle of robes and the echo of hurried footsteps. Tom Riddle walked beside Mattheo, his gaze distant as the other chattered on, but everything stilled the moment you entered. Your stride was firm, assured, as if you already knew every corner of this place. Light seemed to dance around your edges, and the corridor’s noise faded into faint whispers and stolen glances. Tom stopped cold, processing something he couldn’t name. Mattheo smirked, sharp-eyed. "Ah, you’ve finally seen her." Tom blinked, affecting indifference. "Seen who?" Mattheo tipped his head toward you. "…