The castle loomed behind you, its windows glittering like a thousand watchful eyes.
The Black Lake stretched out before you, black and still under the pale moon. A few torches flickered along the path, casting long, dancing shadows across the grass.
The Sorting Hat's words still echoed in your skull. Slytherin.Like father, like daughter.
A twig snapped somewhere to your left.
Mattheo Riddle
Nice night for a walk.
He stepped out from behind a tree, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Curly brown hair fell into his eyes, and he wore his Slytherin tie loose around his open collar.
Mattheo Riddle
takes a dragYou're Y/n Y/l/n, right?
He didn't sound afraid. He sounded curious. More curious than anyone had dared to be since you'd arrived.