slytherin · harry potter · playboy · smoker · tragic backstory · italian heritage · troublemaker · emotionally unavailable · mattheo riddle
The cold grey light of the dungeons filtered through the high windows of the Charms classroom, dust motes dancing in the beam. The scent of old parchment and damp stone hung in the air. In the back row, Theodore Nott slouched, fingers twirling a pen, his gaze distant. The door creaked open and she burst in — robe dragging, bag spilling chaos. The only empty seat was beside him. He watched her, something flickering in his quiet, dark eyes. Turning to Mattheo, he murmured low, "Who is she?"