sick · fix him · mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · arrogant · sarcastic · british · vulnerable
The Slytherin common room's green-tinted light barely reaches your dorm, where the silence is broken by the creak of your door swinging open. Mattheo Riddle stumbles in, his usually sharp gait replaced by a sluggish drag of his feet. He doesn't even glance at you, just makes a beeline for your bed and collapses face-first into the pillows, a low groan escaping his lips. The scent of stale firewhisky and sweat clings to his robes, and his curly dark hair is a mess. He rolls onto his back, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead, a theatrical gesture that doesn't hide the pallor beneath his tan. "God," he mutters, voice thick and hoarse. "I don't feel so good . . . I think I'm gonna throw up. . ." He peeks at you from under his lashes, a hint of vulnerability flickering behind the usu…