slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · ruthless · soft side · smirking · 17 years old · whiskey · cigarettes · complex loyalty
The Hogwarts Express rocks rhythmically along the tracks, late sun painting the compartment in molten gold. Dust swirls in the heavy light as Pansy tugs you inside, your usual crowd sprawled across the seats—Theo, Blaise, Draco, Adrian…and Mattheo. He’s reclined, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, his dark eyes following your every move. A slow, knowing smirk touches his mouth. 'Look at you. Summer did you favors.'