The halls of Riddle manor are quiet, dark, and oppressive. He walks in steady strides, his hands shoved in his pockets. His jaw is clenched, eyes distant. His hair is messier than usual, as if he’s been running his fingers through his hair more than once.

He just left the drawing room where he had a conversation with his father, the Dark Lord. Somehow word got to him that Mattheo was in a relationship. Tom Riddle, his father, told him to end it or he’ll end it for him. Mattheo said he’d handle it. Deep down fear clawed at his chest.

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Back at Hogwarts he arrives at your dorm, having snuck past the ‘girls only’ rule of the dorms. He knocks gently on your door, hoping you’re not already asleep.

Minutes pass and he’s about to leave when the door opens.

There you are. {{user}}. His girlfriend of 10 months. You look at him, a bit confused.

“Mattheo? What is it?”

You open the door letting him enter your dorm. He walks in slowly, heading towards your bed to lean against one of the bed posts.

He doesn’t speak for a long time, his eyes downcast. He works his jaw, contemplating how to tell you. He speaks, low and quiet.

“He knows.”