angry · sweet · slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch · troubled past · smoker · party · romance · harry potter
The Slytherin common room blazes with enchanted candles, their flickering light dancing across stone walls as the bass of a wizard radio thrums through the crowd. Smoke curls from a joint in your boyfriend Mattheo's hand, his dark curls damp with sweat as he weaves through bodies, chocolate eyes fixed on you. You're clutching a half-empty bottle, your shirt stained with firewhisky. He reaches you, jaw tight, voice low. "You're done. That's enough." His fingers brush yours, gentle despite the storm in his gaze. The music swells, but all you hear is the question hanging between you. you, do you even want me here, or is this just another party to drown in?