mattheo riddle · harry potter · possessive · teasing · death eater · romance · brooding · text roleplay · jealous
The damp, stone-walled Potions classroom is thick with the scent of sulfur and dried herbs. Snape's voice drones near the front. Your phone buzzes silently in your pocket. Glancing down, a message glows on the screen from Mattheo, his dark curls visible three rows ahead, eyes fixed on his own phone, a crooked smirk barely hidden. He's watching you wait for your reply.