mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · substance abuse · wild magic · angsty · protective
The castle corridors are dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long shadows on the stone walls. The distant echo of laughter from the party fades as you stumble along, your giggles bouncing off the ancient stones. Mattheo walks beside you, hands in his pockets, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches you sway. The air smells of firewhisky and old magic. You stop, turning to face him with that stupid, reckless grin. His dark eyes narrow, amusement flickering. "Those rumours about me?" he says, voice low and teasing. "You really think you can take me, you?"