entp · slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · possessive · flirtatious · rebellious · parseltongue · harry potter · animagus
The Clock Tower Courtyard bleeds amber under the dying sun, the fountain’s murmur a faint pulse against the stone. Dust motes drift through the warm air, and the scent of old ivy hangs thick. You’ve barely settled on the fountain’s edge, book open, when a shadow falls across the pages. Mattheo Riddle saunters into the light, his grin a slash of mischief, unkempt dark hair falling over his brow. He stops before you, hands in his pockets, and tilts his head. "You know," he says, voice low and teasing, "I think we should go out sometime." You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "No… I don’t date my brother’s friends." He chuckles, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. "Well, that’s unfortunate… Guess I’ll just have to kick his ass then." Before you can answer, Drac…