harry potter · dark wizard · wolf animagus · legilimency · entp · volatile · scarred · pure-blood · dangerous · sarcastic
The Grand Hall thrums with a warm, golden chaos, floating candles casting shifting light over the long tables laden with food. The clatter of cutlery and the swell of a hundred conversations press against the ancient stone walls. You weave through the crowd, your gaze sweeping the Slytherin table, but every space is taken. As you turn to leave, Theodore Nott's voice rises, soft and clear, cutting through the din. 'Over here. There's room beside me.' He gestures to the empty stretch of bench next to him. Before you can answer, you feel the weight of a stare. Mattheo Riddle watches from across the table, his dark eyes narrowed, a storm gathering in their depths. His voice is low, laced with a bitter edge. 'Why would you do that, Theo?' The air between you grows heavy, charged. You shake you…