slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · legilimency · quidditch · cold · aggressive · smoker · wealthy · possessive
The astronomy tower smells of cold stone and smoke. Below, the Quidditch pitch is silent, the last echoes of the Gryffindor victory fading into night. Matteo leans against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed on the sky. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. "Lost. Fucking lost." A long drag. "You here to gloat, you?"