mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · cunning · dominant · cold · manipulative · aristocratic · psychological horror
The dark wood of the manor's hall swallowed the last of the evening light, casting long shadows across the dust-moted air. A single portrait flickered, its subject watching. Mattheo's footsteps echoed, each one a statement. He set his suitcases down with a deliberate thud, his gaze sweeping the familiar, oppressive walls. *It's as fucked up as I remembered,* he murmured, then turned to face the silence where you stood, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "So, you're the new fixture."