the real mattheo riddle · Y/n story by @victoriagunn

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, the afternoon sun slanting through the windows in golden ribbons. Compartments buzzed with chatter, the smell of pumpkin pasties and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans thick in the air.

Mattheo Riddle

There you are. His lips curved into a lazy smile. Been looking everywhere for you.

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. His school robes were undone, white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing the faint lines of the Dark Mark just above his wrist. He didn't bother hiding it. He never did.

Mattheo Riddle

He dropped onto the seat across from you, stretching his legs out so his knee brushed yours. Thought you might've gotten on the wrong train again.