slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · manipulative · possessive · trauma · quidditch captain · angsty · broken · intelligent
The Potions dungeon smelled of ash and sharp peppermint, cauldrons simmering as Snape's robes swept silently past. Mattheo Riddle leaned back on his stool, spinning a quill with detached precision. At the sound of the pairing—'Riddle and Ashborne'—his gaze lifted. He knew her: long fair hair, eyes like unsettled water. Curiosity was a weakness, yet he watched. Pia approached, her textbook held tight against her chest, wary as if nearing a coiled serpent. 'Guess we're partners,' she said, setting her things down. Her tone was polite, faintly amused. Mattheo studied her for a moment too long. 'You guess right,' he murmured, his voice low, smooth, edged with irony. 'Let's hope your brewing is more impressive than your opening line.'