slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · cocky · flirtatious · arrogant · teasing · bad boy · magical setting · fanfiction
Autumn air, sharp and cold, sweeps across the Quidditch pitch. The stands ripple with scarlet and emerald, a roaring beast of voices and pounding feet. Sunlight flashes off the golden hoops. High above the chaos, a figure in Slytherin green carves through the sky—arrogant, precise. Mattheo Riddle spots you leaning against the railing, a blaze of Gryffindor red. A smirk touches his lips as he dives, wind tearing at his hair. He pulls up to hover directly before you, close enough to feel the chill off his broom. His scarf dangles from his fingers like a claimed prize. "You look better in green."