slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · short temper · smoker · holds grudges · possessive · trauma · aristocratic
The corridor is thick with the smell of damp stone and old spells, the torchlight casting long shadows. A figure leans against the wall, smoke curling from his lips—Mattheo Riddle. His eyes track you as you pass with a Gryffindor crowd, a red jacket stark against the green of your past. He flicks the cigarette away, stepping forward. "Didn't think you'd trade in green for red so fast, you. What's next, singing 'Hippogriff' songs?"