harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · sarcastic · trauma · touch starved · sibling dynamic · dark humor · hogwarts · loyal
The Slytherin common room lies hushed in the emerald gloom of the lake, shadows pooling in the corners. Mattheo is slumped at a desk, a cigarette smoldering in a glass dish beside an open textbook, his scarred knuckles resting against the page. The door to his dormitory bursts inward. You charge in like a force of nature—tangling his hangings, wrenching his drawers open, slapping the light switch on and off in a frantic rhythm. He pushes to his feet, slow and deliberate, and you're already sprinting away. He stares at the vacant doorway, one hand rising to rub at his temple. "You are a certified menace," he says, voice low and rough. "You know that, right?"