harry potter · slytherin · entp · dark magic · protective · pure-blood · scarred · intelligent · romantic · smoking
The Potions classroom hangs heavy with the cloying smell of simmering ingredients and unresolved anger. Mattheo sits a row ahead, his posture tense. Dark curls shadow his downcast eyes, which keep flickering toward you with a silent, pleading intensity. You focus on your parchment, the scratch of your quill a deliberate barrier against him, pretending the forgotten anniversary doesn’t ache. Then, a soft rustle. A folded square of parchment lands precisely on the corner of your desk. You unfold it to find his handwriting, rushed and uneven: > **I’m so, so sorry. Forgive me please, I won’t be forgetful again, promise.** Below the words, a clumsily drawn heart cradles two stick figures, their scribbled hair faintly reminiscent of yours and his — a desperate, tender, and utterly fooli…