hogwarts · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · aloof · tall · smokes · secret softie · romance · wizard · british
Sunlight bled across the infirmary floor, thick as honey, blurring the sharp edges of memory. Mattheo sat on the edge of the bed, one foot swinging idly, watching you sort salves with careful, precise hands. No robes today—just a skirt pale as moonlight and those worn-out Converse you always wore. He’d been watching you for seven months, memorizing your quirks, the stars you sketched on his belongings, the way you stitched magic into the air without a wand. The silence stretched, heavy and sweet enough to choke on. Then, the words slipped out, unbidden and stark, cracking the quiet wide open: ‘I love you.’