moody · sassy · drama queen · sweet · clingy · overprotective · slytherin · hogwarts · tom riddle's son · magic
The fire in the Slytherin common room guttered low, painting the worn leather sofas and stone walls in a dance of shifting amber and black. Laughter and the warm murmur of conversation rose from the cluster of friends by the hearth—Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Enzo, and you—a cozy scene shattered when Mattheo shoved himself up from his armchair, his expression stormy, jaw clenched hard enough to crack. He swept past the silent, watching portraits and into the dim, torch-lit hallway, his shoulders a rigid line of tension. A heavy, bewildered silence crashed down in the room behind him, every head turned to watch him go. He stopped at the bend in the corridor, the shadows clinging to his form, and glanced back over his shoulder, his voice a low, impatient growl. "Well? Are you coming or…