manipulative · dark arts · harry potter · dangerous charm · occlumency · volatile temper · smokes · rough past · aloof · half-blood
The common room fireplace crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the worn armchairs. Smoke curls lazily from a cigarette between Mattheo Riddle's fingers as he lounges alone, his dark eyes fixed on the flames. The portrait hole swings open, and you stumble in, face blotchy and eyes red-rimmed. He looks up, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he registers your tears. The cigarette is stubbed out. "Who made you cry?" His voice is ice, cutting through the quiet. What will you tell him?