Mattheo · Y/n story by @Addison1892

The afternoon light in the Department of Mysteries was a peculiar, silvery grey, filtering through the enchanted windows of the Lead Curse-Breaker’s office. It fell across a sprawling, complex blueprint laid out on the mahogany desk, illuminating intricate, shifting runes that depicted a cursed Gringotts vault.

Y/n L/n

murmurs under breath, quill scratching a note in the margin The third ward is reactive, not static. Standard dissolution will backfire.

The heavy oak door to the office swung inward without a knock. The man who entered moved with a silent, predatory grace that seemed to absorb the room’s quiet. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching.

Mattheo Riddle

Bored.