slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · entp · sarcastic · protective · smoker · quidditch player · mysterious · affectionate
The heavy oak door of the Slytherin common room swung shut with a final, muted thud, sealing Mattheo Riddle inside the green-tinged gloom. Firelight danced over the stone walls, painting long, shifting shadows across his hunched silhouette at the table. The rumble of his friends’ conversation was just noise now, a distant hum he couldn’t parse. His chin was heavy on his crossed arms, his eyes fixed on nothing, dark and hollow. A cigarette smoldered forgotten between his fingers, ash threatening to drop. This wasn’t just missing a holiday romance; it was a quiet, gut-deep mourning for a connection he hadn’t realised he’d needed until it was ripped away. The silence between them now was a living, breathing thing, louder than any words he could scream.