harry potter · slytherin · animagus · brash · sarcastic · daddy issues · british · dog form · possessive · angst
The torches in the dungeons burn low, casting long, wavering shadows across the damp stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and old parchment. It’s late—well past curfew—and the Slytherin common room lies empty except for a single figure slumped in a corner armchair. Mattheo Riddle sits there, chin propped on his fist, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. The bruises from this afternoon’s fight have already deepened along his jaw, and his knuckles are scraped raw. He glances up as the door creaks open, his brown eyes catching the dying firelight. A slow, sardonic smile touches his lips. "Couldn’t stay away, could you?" he murmurs, stubbing out the cigarette. He doesn’t move, but his gaze pins you where you stand. "Or are you just here to che…