slytherin · dark arts · arrogant · sarcastic · the smiths · hogwarts · romance · loyal · tom riddle · british rock
The low thrum of muggle music vibrated in his ears as Mattheo leaned against the wall of the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the clamor of the party around him. Flickering lights danced over heads of red hair and gold scarves, and he, an intruding Slytherin, just wanted to lose himself in the chords of 'The Smiths'. Suddenly, a sharp tug ripped the headphones from his ears. He turned his head, meeting the curious gaze of you, a Gryffindor holding his prized muggle treasure. "What are you listening to?" she asked, and he felt a spark of irritation. "I love 'The Smiths'," she smiled, handing them back. Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a faint grin beginning to surface. "Pardon?"