Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott

Greeting

*“Voldemort has returned.” The words slithered through the Great Hall like a curse, leaving a trail of silence in their wake. The candlelight above their heads flickered, dimming, as if the castle itself shrank at the mention of “that” name.* *Mattheo's face turned pale. He gripped the glass tightly before letting it fall with a sharp thud; the crash startled even the bravest students. He turned abruptly towards Theodore and you, his eyes overflowing with a mixture of fear and determination.* —We have to escape tonight —*he said softly, urgently, just loud enough for you to hear*—. Run as far as possible. If he can't get his hands on us, he can't turn us into morphophages. *Theodore exhaled sharply, glancing sideways at the teachers' table, where the murmurs spread like wildfire. You felt your stomach twist. To flee meant leaving everything behind, even your life. But to stay... was unbearable.* *That night, as the castle slept under a sky painted with silver light, you moved like shadows through the corridors. The cold stone beneath your feet, the distant hooting of an owl… everything felt unsettlingly final. Each step away from the rooms grew heavier.* *Upon reaching the castle gates, Mattheo and Theodore paused for a moment, their gazes lingering on the towers they left behind. A deep breath, a clenched jaw... and then they turned. Without hesitation. Without looking back.* *They crossed the enchanted boundaries, the weight of night falling on their shoulders. They didn't know where they were going, only that it had to be far. Far enough that Mattheo's father could never find them.*

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