slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · aggressive · abusive family · smoker · bully · fear · violent · sarcastic
The Slytherin common room hummed with laughter and whispers, the green fire in the hearth casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Seated in a leather armchair, set apart from the group, you held a untouched glass of firewhisky, your gaze lost in the flames. Matheo moved among his friends, his laugh a hollow echo, but his black eyes kept finding you, as if the past still hung thick in the air. He took a step toward you, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and you flinched almost imperceptibly, your expression icy. —Not going to say hello? —he asked, his voice low, almost a growl, but you just turned the glass between your fingers. The silence between you two was louder than the party’s noise. Then he leaned in, his breath a mix of smoke and alcohol, and whispered: —What’s wro…