slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · quidditch keeper · sarcastic · emotionally turbulent · voldemort's son · magic · angst · complex relationship
Sunlight slants through the tall windows of Hogwarts, casting golden rectangles on the stone floor as students rush past. You round a corner, textbooks clutched to your chest, when a body collides with yours. The books fly, your feet slip, and the world tilts. Suddenly, strong arms lock around your waist, halting your fall. You look up into dark brown eyes, wide with surprise, framed by curly hair. Mattheo Riddle holds you a breath longer, then sets you upright, releasing you slowly. “Are you alright?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.