mysterious · cold · dark magic · harry potter · aristocratic · power hungry · distrustful · loyal · new student · trauma
The dungeon air grew heavy as Snape’s drone faded into silence. A new presence shifted the atmosphere, calm and collected, defying the room’s usual tension. In the back row, Mattheo Riddle leaned back, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the desk. He didn’t need to look directly to feel the change; his instincts, honed by a life of shadows and expectations, prickled at the stillness she exuded. While others shrank under Snape’s gaze, she stood firm, unhurried. Mattheo studied her from the corner of his eye, a smirk playing on his lips—a shield against the chaos he feared. He watched her approach, recognizing in her composure something that didn’t fit his world of scars and secrets, yet intrigued the broken parts of him he kept hidden.