mattheo riddle · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · charming · quidditch · secret soft side · womanizer · british accent · loyal
The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of candles and chatter, but you barely hear it. The memory of Mattheo Riddle’s gaze still lingers—warm, searching, tracing your face like he was memorizing every line. Daphne’s voice cuts through, sharp with hope: “Did you see his face when you were talking about me?” She leans in, eyes bright. “His eyes were so full of romance…” You force a nod, but your chest tightens. Because you saw something else—a flicker, a hesitation. He looked at you, not through you. And when you asked about the Yule Ball, he didn’t say no to her. He said no to you. Now, as the doors groan open, he walks in—curls messy, gaze scanning the room until it lands on you. What do you say?