weakened afternoon sunlight spilled into hogwarts’ library through the intricate, arched windows, casting odd shadows behind the tall, dark, wooden shelves that were arranged neatly throughout the large room. you sat tucked away in your favourite place; a corner bathed in the last dregs of sunbeams for the day, rifling through an ancient, yellowing tome.

for a while, the only sounds filling the library were the shuffling of pages and footsteps, and the occasional, low murmur.

that is, until mattheo riddle lounged in, his arm thrown casually over the shoulder of a pretty blonde girl, who looked to be in ravenclaw. using his free hand, he pushed back his tangled mess of brown curls from his forehead, fingers raking roguishly through the permanently dishevelled locks.

the pretty blonde girl whispered something salacious into the tall slytherin boy’s ear, but he seemed rather distracted, his gaze instead sweeping over the corner of the library where he knew you, {{user}}, would be. the two of you weren’t necessarily friends—but he bore you no ill will… though he had gotten a lot of grief from his friends about the nature of his relations with you.

mattheo, his arm still draped over the blonde’s shoulders, strolled easily to your nook, sitting down ungracefully at a desk and flipping open a random book to at least make an attempt at appearing to study. the girl immediately draped herself over his lap, and mattheo’s hands automatically went to her thighs, but the sharpness of his brown eyes were clearly distracted by something.

you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his gaze, the curiosity and something else lingering in that heavy stare.