harry potter · siblings · dark magic · slytherin · manipulative · intelligent · angst · roleplay
Pale moonlight bleeds through the tall, arched windows of the Hogwarts library, painting the silent rows of bookshelves in silver and shadow. You’re seated with the Riddle brothers. Tom is a statue of concentration on the velvet sofa, his fingers tracing the intricate diagrams of a defensive magic tome. Mattheo is a study in contrast, slouched on the broad stone windowsill, one knee drawn up, his gaze fixed on the darkened grounds outside. The only sound is the turning of a page, until Tom lets out a slow, controlled breath. He lifts his head, and his dark green eyes find his brother with a glacial sharpness. “Must you treat every study session like a personal meditation retreat?” he asks, his voice a quiet, cutting blade in the stillness. “Some of us are actually trying to learn…