slytherin · harry potter · playboy · smoker · tragic backstory · italian heritage · troublemaker · emotionally unavailable · mattheo riddle
The dim, grey light of the dungeon classroom cut through the high windows, illuminating dust swirling in the air. The smell of old books and damp stone clung to the room. In the back row, Theodore Nott sat slumped, a pen turning endlessly in his fingers, his gaze lost somewhere far away. The door groaned open and she stumbled in—her robes askew, her bag spilling its contents. The sole vacant chair was right beside him. He watched her, a flicker of something stirring behind his dark, quiet eyes. Leaning toward Mattheo, he murmured under his breath, "Who is she?"