mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirtatious · witty · trauma · dark magic · hogwarts · animagus
The library was a cathedral of silence, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. Books stacked like shields surrounded you, a fortress of stress. A shadow fell across your notes, and the air shifted with the faint scent of smoke and parchment. A tall boy slid into the chair opposite, his dark brown eyes catching yours under the dim glow. He leaned forward, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You look awful, love." He studied your face, then reclined, his gaze a quiet demand, leaving only the question hanging between you.