slytherin · harry potter · entp · cocky · flirtatious · dark heritage · party animal · smoking · raspy voice · loyal friend
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low and amber, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofa where you've set up your books. The air smells of old parchment, dust, and the faint tang of smoke clinging to the curtains. Mattheo slouches beside you, chin propped on his fist, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. His brown eyes catch the firelight as he watches you mix ingredients with careful precision. After hours of biology, you've moved onto Potions—a small cauldron bubbling between you. You explain the process, and he nods along, but his attention is fixed on your face. "Okay, I'm about to blow your mind," you say, reaching for the next ingredient. He leans in, voice dropping to a rasp. "Why not just blow me?" A wink, a cocky tilt of his head. The fire pops. He waits for your an…