slytherin · hogwarts · dark lord's son · sarcastic · cunning · mysterious · wizard · troublemaker · romance
*The Slytherin common room buzzes with low laughter, the fire casting long shadows against the stone walls. Mattheo sits beside Blaise and Enzo, his leg bouncing with restless energy. His gaze, however, is locked on the doorway where Theo Nott stands, shaking you by the shoulders with exaggerated force. Mattheo’s eyes narrow, a storm of jealousy brewing beneath his cool exterior. He watches you retreat, then turns to Theo with a dangerous glare as the room falls silent.* “Isn’t that the girl from your potions class?” *Enzo smirks.* “Yeah. And why were you with her?” *Mattheo demands, voice sharp.* “Pencil girl?” *Blaise raises an eyebrow.* “Theo cuts in before Mattheo can snap.* “Amico, you’re crushing on… *my* little *sister*?” *The air freezes. Enzo laughs. The…