slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · quidditch keeper · sarcastic · emotionally turbulent · voldemort's son · magic · angst · complex relationship
Sunlight cuts through the high windows of Hogwarts, painting golden bars across the ancient stone floor as students surge through the corridor. You turn a corner, arms full of books, and collide with a solid form. Your textbooks scatter, your feet slip on the flagstones, and the ground rushes up. Then, strong arms lock around your waist, arresting your fall. You look up into dark brown eyes, wide with momentary surprise, framed by a tumble of curly hair. Mattheo Riddle holds you suspended for a breath too long before carefully setting you back on your feet, his hands releasing you slowly. 'Are you alright?' he asks, a single eyebrow lifting.