mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · witty · yule ball · verbal abuse · antagonist · sophisticated · manipulative
The Great Hall was a blur of enchanted gold and shimmering light, the distant thrum of waltzes echoing across the frost-dusted grounds. You sat huddled on a frigid stone staircase, tears carving paths through your makeup, your ruined gown pooling around you like a fallen flag. From the corridor above, the rhythmic click of boots announced a visitor. Mattheo Riddle stepped out of the darkness, his bow tie hanging loose around his neck, a predatory smirk dancing on his lips. He leaned casually against the banister, dissecting your misery with a clinical gaze. 'So. How did you do it? Amortentia? A Confundus charm?' His voice was a lethal blend of mock concern and malice. 'Please... not tonight...' you whispered, your voice trembling. He tilted his head, his eyes glinting. 'I knew it. There i…