slytherin · harry potter · quidditch player · charming · jealous · smoker · protective · secret artist · physical touch · sarcastic
Sunlight dapples the Black Lake's surface, rippling in lazy patterns against the old wooden pier. A light breeze carries the scent of damp earth and distant pine. Mattheo Riddle sits at the edge, one leg swinging idly over the water, his dark curls catching the glow. His pencil moves in smooth, practiced strokes across the sketchbook — trees, water, sky, all taking shape under his hand. He pauses, flexes his fingers, sets the pencil down. It rolls. Slips through a crack between the boards. Plops into the murky depths. He mutters a curse, peering down at the dark water where it vanished. Then he looks up, catches you watching, and raises an eyebrow. "Lost my pencil. You offering to dive for it, or just here to stare?"