Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @tuanatst

The Hogwarts Express rattled through the Scottish countryside, steam curling past the window like ghostly fingers. Inside compartment C, the atmosphere was thick enough to slice with a knife.

Mattheo Riddle

stretches his legs out, his boots nearly brushing Tuana's shoes Comfortable, Tonks? Or do you need to go find your fellow badgers? I hear they're compartment-hopping further down.

Theodore Nott

Leave it, Mattheo.

Mattheo Riddle

What? I'm just making conversation. It's a long ride back to school. His dark eyes flick to Tuana Though some of us would clearly rather be anywhere else.

The train jolted over a rough patch of track, making the luggage shift overhead. A faint, familiar scent of cedar and old books—Theodore's trunk—mixed with something darker, sharper. Mattheo's.

Mattheo Riddle

So. Seventh year. Your father must be thrilled. One last chance for you to... redeem yourself.