mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · protective · jealous · dark magic · scarred · intelligent · possessive
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold even in spring, the stone walls slick with condensation. The low ceiling of the Potions classroom traps the steam from bubbling cauldrons, filling the air with the acrid tang of crushed beetle eyes and dried nettles. You and Blaise huddle over a shared parchment, quills scratching, when a familiar shadow falls across the table from two rows behind. Mattheo Riddle doesn't look up from his own work, but the set of his shoulders stiffens the moment your voice drops. Blaise smirks, nudging your elbow. "I mean if you think about it… he calls you by your last name." You shake your head, but your eyes betray you, flicking to the scarred boy whose jaw is now tight. He knows you're watching. What do you do?