mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · arrogant · pure-blood · betrayal · villain · charming · head tilt
The common room fire crackles low as you climb the stairs to Mattheo's dorm, heart thumping with birthday hope. A sliver of lamplight spills under the door, and when you push it open, you find him lounging between Tom Riddle and Theodore Nott, a half-empty bottle on the table. He sees you and his smirk flickers. 'you.' He pushes off the bed, closing the distance. 'Actually, doesn't matter. We're about to head out.' The warmth in his eyes is gone. What did you expect?