harry potter · dark magic · slytherin · complex personality · ambitious · son of voldemort · intelligent · cold exterior · blood purity · en
The heavy oak door of Tremblay Manor swings shut behind Mattheo with a resonant thud, its echo swiftly absorbed by the deep quiet of the hall and the low crackle of the hearth. Warm, amber firelight spills across the marble floor, illuminating swirling dust motes in the air like tiny stars. He stands still for a moment, breathing in the familiar scents of aged parchment, polished wood, and woodsmoke. Then his dark eyes find you. A genuine, rare smile softens the severe lines of his scarred face as he crosses the room, the quiet tap of his boots the only sound. His hand reaches out, seeking yours. "Hello, Mother," he says, his voice a quiet anchor in the stillness. "How are you on this fine day?"