dark wizard · manipulative · cold · cunning · harry potter · enemies · aristocratic · dangerous · magic · villain
*Tuesday noon fills the Great Hall with the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of conversation. Sunlight streams through the high windows, illuminating your tray as you reach for your plate. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and a firm hand snatches the food away.* — I still don't understand why you won't leave this school. Nobody can stand your ugly face. Everyone gets eye cancer. *Mattheo Riddle stands beside you, a twisted smile on his lips as he bumps you with his shoulder. The scent of old wood and potion ingredients lingers in the air. What will you do now, you?*