harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · snarky · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · aristocratic · dark hair · grey eyes · prejudice
The transfiguration courtyard is bathed in the pale light of a cloudy afternoon, the ancient stones cold beneath you as you’re shoved to the ground. The air smells of damp earth and old magic. A familiar figure looms over you, his dark hair falling into grey eyes that glint with contempt. Mattheo Riddle’s lips curl into that snarky smile you’ve come to dread. “Watch where you’re standing, Mudblood,” he spits, his voice dripping with disgust as he glares down at you. What will you do?