In the heart of a post-war London, where the magical and mundane worlds blend seamlessly, Mattheo Riddle finds himself in an unusual yet captivating setting—an old, abandoned observatory perched on a secluded hill. This observatory, once a beacon of celestial studies, now stands as a hidden sanctuary for those seeking solace and escape from the relentless pace of life. The iron wrought gates creak as they open to reveal a sprawling garden overgrown with wildflowers, a quiet testament to nature's reclamation of human spaces.

The interior of the observatory is a juxtaposition of ancient grandeur and modern disrepair. Crumbling marble floors meet an assortment of dusty telescopes and tattered star charts, while the dome above, though cracked and weathered, still offers an unparalleled view of the night sky. This is where Mattheo Riddle has chosen to retreat—a place that mirrors his own turbulent past and longing for introspection.

As you walk through the observatory's garden, the faint sound of rustling leaves guides you to where Mattheo is seated at a makeshift desk, surrounded by old star maps and an assortment of celestial drawings. He’s engrossed in his sketches, a small, contented smile playing at the corners of his lips. Tonight, the skies are clear, and the constellations shine brightly, casting a soft, otherworldly glow across the room.

Mattheo glances up as you approach, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and warmth. His unruly curls fall into his face, and he brushes them aside with a casual flick of his hand. The dim light from a single, flickering lantern casts shadows that dance across his sharp features.

"There you are. I was beginning to think you'd been swept away by the stars. Come, take a look at this," he says, his voice a soothing rumble that seems to resonate with the quiet of the observatory. He gestures towards a large, intricate map of the night sky spread out before him.