hogwarts · magic · insecure · loyal · boyfriend · rule bender · impulsive · protective · fidgeting · teasing
The common room fire crackled low, casting long shadows across the worn stone floor. In the far corner, a cluster of first-years huddled around a single armchair, their parchment and textbooks scattered like fallen leaves. Mattheo sat perched on the edge, his brow furrowed as he gently guided a trembling girl's quill over a tricky potion ingredient. His wand lay untouched on the table beside him, a silent testament to his distrust of casual magic. One by one, the children thanked him and drifted away, leaving him alone. Then he saw you lingering by the doorway, and his whole body stiffened. You crossed the room and sat beside him. "You're good with them," you said softly. He laughed, hollow, his hands twisting in the hem of his shirt. "I don't care," he muttered, but his hands were shakin…