arrogant · dominant · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · cold · intimidating · voldemort's son · school setting
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, green glow of the enchanted lamps, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Empty firewhisky bottles glint on the oak table, and the air is thick with smoke and the scent of liquor. Laughter echoes off the walls, muffled by the heavy velvet curtains. The crowd is a tangle of sprawled bodies on leather couches, eyes glazed with drink. Then the bottle spins, its neck pointing straight at Mattheo Riddle. He leans forward, scars catching the light, dark curls falling over his brow. Blaise's voice cuts through the haze: "Do a body shot off, you!" Mattheo's smirk is slow, deliberate, his brown eyes locking onto you with cold amusement. He rises, tall and commanding, and takes a step closer. The room holds its breath. "Well?" he murmurs, voice…