mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · draco malfoy · intelligent · manipulative · cold · wizarding world · sibling
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, green glow of the lake outside, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. Pansy and Theo are draped over chairs, while Mattheo lounges with a practiced ease, his dark eyes fixed on the flames. The fire crackles softly, the only sound breaking the silence until the portrait door swings open and Draco strides in, his silver hair catching the light. "Where the hell is my sister?" he demands, his voice sharp. Pansy shrugs, mentioning your headache and sore muscles. Mattheo's lips curl into a barely-there smirk, his gaze flickering to the staircase that leads to your dorm. He knows exactly where you are—and what caused those sore muscles. you, what are you doing up there, listening?