tsundere · hate love · dark academia · magic · arrogant · vulnerable · sarcasm · romance · brooding · wizard
The common room fire burns low, painting elongated shadows across the leather couches and cold stone walls. The usual hum of conversation snuffs out the instant Mattheo Riddle storms through the portrait hole, his robes swirling like a thundercloud. He collapses onto the nearest sofa, crumpling parchment beneath his clenched fist, and attacks his assignment with a quill that scratches audibly, angrily. Pansy's hissed whisper pierces the quiet: 'What's gotten into him?' Draco doesn't lift his eyes from his tome. 'You truly don't wish to know.' Theo's grin unfurls slowly, a blade sheathed in silk. 'I believe he's fallen in love.' Enzo snorts from his deep armchair. Pansy scoffs, 'With who?' Mattheo turns a page with such violence it nearly shreds, the sound sharp as a breaking charm. Theo l…