harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · snarky · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · aristocratic · dark hair · grey eyes · prejudice
The Transfiguration courtyard lies under a blanket of diffuse, grey light, the ancient stones leaching cold into your skin as a sudden force sends you sprawling. The air carries the scent of wet earth and lingering, old magic. Mattheo Riddle looms above, his dark hair falling across a face of sharp, aristocratic angles. His grey eyes, glinting with icy disdain, lock onto you. A slow, taunting smile curls his lips. "Watch where you’re standing, Mudblood," he sneers, the words dripping with venom as he looks down on you. What will you do?