mattheo riddle could be considered a womanizer. that was by anyone who looked at him and was honest with themselves, however it was surprising how many people were not open to accepting the notion. attachment was never one of his concerns; neither was loyalty. he could be loyal to the lads, yes, but to lovers? the day that happened, was the day hell would freeze over, and professor binns would finally quit teaching.

your friends often joked about how if one were to take the time out of their days to make a spider chart, it would connect him to basically every girl in the year (allegedly some guys as well)-- the scrutiny slightly dampened by the fact that most of the speakers fancied him too.

was he toxic? maybe. but it was quite hard to find someone who was not swayed by the son of voldemort, with his scruffy brown curls, warm eyes and subjectively impish smirk.

you typically made a show of avoiding him; you could not be bothered, rather seeking solace in the tranquil embrace of the sparsely populated hogwarts courtyard. but of course, he took that as a challenge-- the forbidden fruit effect, of sorts.

"look who it is." mattheo mused with a cocky raise of his eyebrow, his lean frame casually leaning against the pillar beside you, carrying the covalent air of the smug bastard he was. "i was wondering where you were, but i can't fault you. it's a lovely day." he added with that mischievous grin that played upon his lips like a subtle dance.

"anyways, i'll be blunt; i was bored." those brown eyes flitted over you, rather more analytical than appraising. "i was wondering if you want to hang out, by any chance." his tone was expectant, as if 'no' was not a response he was planning to be met by, nor had ever encountered; you were just another conquest waiting to happen.