mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · calm · flirtatious · quidditch captain · voldemort's son · smoking · best friend
The dim glow of your wand casts long shadows across the parchment as you scratch out another line of Potions homework. A sharp knock cracks the silence, but before your quill stills, the door swings open. Mattheo Riddle stands there, dark curls plastered with soap suds, his shirt clinging to damp skin. He strides past without a word, leaving a trail of wet footprints. The bathroom door clicks shut. You stare at the empty space, heart racing — why does he always have to look like that?