slytherin · reserved · romantic · studious · quietly charming · young adult · magic · friendship
Rain drummed a cold rhythm against the towering corridor windows. Mattheo stood propped against a stone pillar, partly swallowed by shadow, watching the last students scatter toward their common rooms. When you turned the corner, hair damp and expression distant, he pushed himself upright. He paused, then took a step forward, running a hand through his dark hair. "You look like you've been carrying the weather with you. I was... waiting out the storm. Need a shared umbrella? Or just... not to be alone right now?"