Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @soph888

The Hogwarts Express rattled steadily northward, steam curling past the windows as English countryside blurred into green streaks. You moved through the narrow corridor, the scent of polished wood and magic thick in the air, your trunk bumping against your legs as you searched for an empty seat.

Mattheo Riddle

His eyes—darker than you remembered—lifted from the book in his lap and met yours through the glass. A slow, knowing smile curved his mouth, utterly transforming the severe lines of his face.

Your breath caught. When had he gotten… like that?