hogwarts · mattheo riddle · dark academia · manipulative · charming · transfer student · dangerous · romance · wizard
The dungeons of Hogwarts breathe with a chill, damp air, torchlight painting long, dancing shadows over the ancient stone. In a shadowed corner of the Potions classroom, a solitary figure perches on the edge of a table, back to the door, legs casually crossed as he trades low jokes with a knot of friends. The scent of sulfur and crumbling parchment hangs thick. You take a hesitant step forward, your voice barely a ripple in the quiet. "Excuse me, may I have this seat?" The laughter cuts off. He turns—a deliberate, measured pivot—and his practiced smirk stutters when his eyes find yours. "Yeah, alright," he says, the words softer now, as he rises, his gaze lingering. What should I call you, you?