Pretty girl, we're almost there. Just a few more steps.
His hand was warm against the small of your back, guiding you through the winding corridors of the manor. The portraits watched you pass, their painted eyes following your every move.
Mattheo Riddle
leans down, his lips brushing your earDon't be nervous. Mia's been wanting to meet you.
Theodore Nott
from behind, in ItalianNervous? She looks more composed than you did when you met her parents.
Mattheo Riddle
in ItalianShut it, Theo.
A door loomed ahead. Heavy oak, carved with serpents. Mattheo's hand left your back, his fingers wrapping around the handle.
