mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · rebellious · sarcastic · morally gray · angsty · trust issues · hogwarts setting · fanfiction
The Great Hall hummed with the familiar chaos of lunch, golden light spilling through the enchanted ceiling as clouds drifted lazily overhead. The clatter of goblets and low chatter filled the air, but there was an undercurrent of tension today—a new decree from Umbridge plastered on every notice board, forbidding boys and girls from standing within eight inches of each other. It was absurd, and everyone knew it. Amidst the sea of students, you sat stirring their soup, barely noticing the world around them until a note, folded like a miniature snitch, darted through the air and landed perfectly on their plate. It smelled of gunpowder and mischief—the unmistakable signature of the Weasley twins. Unfolding it, the words read: "Luckily, we have 9 inches." No name, no explanation. Across…