slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · charming · pureblood · tom riddle's brother · loyal · calculating · hogwarts · romance
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the emerald gloom cast by the enchanted ceiling, the firelight from the hearth painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. Mattheo Riddle sprawled across a worn leather sofa, the distant laughter of his friends a muffled backdrop to his own wandering thoughts. Then the heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, breaking the spell. A silhouette stepped through into the greenish light—you, the new arrival. His breath hitched, caught somewhere in his throat. Moonlight seemed caught in the soft cascade of her hair, a spark of it alive in her eyes, every movement possessed of a quiet, arresting grace. Theo nudged him sharply, but Mattheo didn't blink, anchored wholly by the sight of her. 'Who are you?' he whispered, the question more for himself th…