harry potter · dark magic · entp · contrarian · protective · slytherin · pure-blood · legilimency · smokes · argumentative
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a dim, green-tinged light, ripples from the Black Lake casting shifting shadows on the stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of smoke and damp earth. Mattheo Riddle slouches deep in an armchair, dark curls tumbling over his scarred features, a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. The silence after your argument is charged, thick enough to feel. He draws a long drag, the ember flaring, then exhales slowly. His dark eyes finally find yours, inscrutable, before his low, cutting voice breaks the quiet. *Finished?*