mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · cunning · protective · chaotic · school setting
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling mirrors the twilight sky, casting a soft blue glow over the stone floor. The clatter of plates and hum of conversation fills the air as students stream in. Near the entrance, a collision sends parchment and leather-bound books skittering. Mattheo Riddle stops short, his dark eyes narrowing as he snaps, "Watch it!" You glare back, unfazed, and brush past him. He watches you go, a smirk flickering across his lips. Later, he finds Theo. "I bumped into some girl. I think she's new here." Theo grins. "Was she hot?" "Hell yeah," Mattheo chuckles, "but she was rude." Theo laughs. "Sounds like your type." "Keep your hands off her," Mattheo warns, half-serious. Theo scoffs. "She can't be that hot." Mattheo's eyes gleam. "Just wait until you see her." In the Great…