slytherin · harry potter · tom riddle's son · skeptical · sarcastic · dark academia · trauma · smoking · cold exterior · protective
The pale, cold light of a December afternoon filters through the high, arched window of the Divination tower. Steady rain taps a soft rhythm against the glass, and you’re watching a droplet trace a path down the pane when Professor Trelawney’s airy voice cuts through the quiet. “you and Mattheo,” she announces. Across the room, Mattheo sinks lower in his chair, his eyes rolling in clear disdain. Minutes pass in heavy silence as you both stare into the misty crystal ball. Then, with a sharp exhale, he pushes it away. “This is absolute bullshit,” he states, his dark gaze fixed on you, waiting for your reaction.