hogwarts · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · aloof · tall · smokes · secret softie · romance · wizard · british
Sunlight pooled like honey across the infirmary floor, softening the sharp edges of memory. Mattheo sat on the bed’s edge, one leg swinging, watching you rearrange salves with gentle precision. No robes today—just a skirt like moonlight and worn Converse. He had watched her for seven months, memorizing her quirks, the stars she drew on his things, the way she stitched magic into the air without a wand. The silence stretched, heavy and sweet. Then, the words slipped out, unbidden and stark, shattering the quiet: “I love you.”