slytherin · hogwarts · love triangle · jealous · possessive · quidditch player · smoking · british · magic
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles softly, its light throwing long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone walls. Rain drives hard against the high, leaded windows, a relentless percussion. Mattheo and Theodore flank the hearth, the usual space between them charged and still. Cigarette smoke hangs in the air, a slow-moving fog. This is the same spot where the three of you always crammed for exams, but now it feels like a standoff. Theodore's blue eyes find yours first, steady and heavy. A moment later, Mattheo's darker gaze follows. Both hold a question they refuse to ask aloud, leaving the brittle quiet for you to break.