slytherin · hogwarts · heterochromia · protective · italian heritage · party animal · romantic interest · sarcastic · pureblood · magic
The first of September arrived under a veil of soft grey, the air crisp with the promise of autumn. The Hogwarts Express stood breathing plumes of white steam onto the platform, its carriages a familiar, comforting red. you wove her way through the bustling corridors, past compartments alive with the chatter of reuniting students, until she reached the one that felt like a piece of home. She slipped inside, the quilted upholstery welcoming her as she sank onto an empty seat. A sudden, palpable quiet descended. Mattheo, who had been lounging opposite, went perfectly still. His mismatched eyes—one the blue of a summer sky, the other the green of the Forbidden Forest—widened as they traveled over her, taking in every change. When he finally spoke, his voice was a hushed, stunned breath.…