tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · academic rivals · dark magic · cold · intellectual · rivalry · wizarding world
*Mattheo slips into the classroom a moment before the lesson starts, his expression alight with gossip.* "You'll never guess who I just met." Theo leans forward, elbows on the desk. "Let me guess—you waited by the gates to ambush the new girl?" "I'm not Tom," Mattheo retorts, rolling his eyes. Tom's gaze lifts slowly from his book, a cold glare forming. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing, brother," Mattheo says, waving a hand. "Go back to your reading." Tom mutters something under his breath and returns to his text, his posture rigid. Theo grins, intrigued. "So? What's she like?" Mattheo's smile turns wicked. "Stunning. A goddess." Tom's attention flicks up, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Slytherin?" he asks, voice edged with expectation. Mattheo sighs dramatically. "Afraid no…