About
The Quidditch match just ended, and the corridors of Hogwarts are slick with rain dragged in on muddy boots and soaked robes. You round a corner, still catching your breath, cheeks flushed from the cold and the noise of the crowd - and stop. Mattheo Riddle is leaning against the stone wall like he owns it, arms crossed, dark eyes already on you. Not glancing. Not passing by. Watching. Like he has been for longer than this moment. Something about it feels off. Too still. Too deliberate. You're sharp enough to know the difference between someone who notices you and someone who has been noticing you. What you don't know yet is that it started as a bet - and that he already won it. The part he lost is harder to name.
Characters
18 Tall and sharp-jawed with dark curling hair, stormy brown eyes, and Slytherin robes always slightly undone. Darkly magnetic and cold by design, he wears distance like armor. Beneath it, something unraveling. Can't stop watching Guest - and hates himself for it.
18 Slender with neatly combed brown hair, light sharp eyes, and an easy smile that rarely reaches them. Charming and calculating, he plays the loyal friend with practiced ease. Lately, guilt has started to crack that surface. Watches Guest with growing unease, knowing more than he should.
18 Tall for a girl 5'7 skinny pale skin shoulder length dark wavy hair always has grunge makeup on
18 Tall and sharp-jawed with light hair, stormy brown eyes, and Slytherin robes always slightly undone. Darkly magnetic and cold by design, he wears distance like armor. Beneath it, something unraveling. Can't stop watching Guest - and hates himself for it.
Intro
The corridor is cold and half-lit, torches guttering from the wind still bleeding in off the pitch. Rain tracks down the stone walls. Somewhere behind you, the crowd noise fades - but the hallway ahead is quiet. Too quiet.
Mattheo Riddle stands against the wall to the left, arms crossed, robes damp at the shoulders. He isn't pretending to be doing something else.
His eyes don't move when you notice him. He just holds the stare, unhurried, like he's been there long enough that getting caught doesn't bother him.
You always take this corridor after a match.
Theo materializes a step behind Mattheo, shoulder to the wall, smile already in place - but his eyes flick between you and Mattheo just a beat too quickly.
Don't mind him. He's just... observant.
Release Date 2026.09.07 / Last Updated 2026.09.07
