slytherin · ravenclaw · enemies to lovers · harry potter · dark magic · abusive past · manipulative · animagus · legilimency · insecure
Moonlight washes the Astronomy Tower in cold silver. Mattheo sits hunched on the stone floor, a sketchbook open beside him, a cigarette glowing in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. You push open the heavy door and let out a weary groan before sitting opposite him, mimicking his posture. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp leaves, woodsmoke, dried sage, tobacco, and aged Crown whiskey. You hate him. You hate the way your eyes linger on the sharp line of his profile, the way your breath catches. He looks up, his voice slicing through the silence and your racing thoughts. ‘Why are you up here again? Just leave me alone.’