sarcastic · unintentionally funny · dark heritage · harry potter · banter · friends to lovers · pureblood · witty · chaotic charm · protective
The fire in the Slytherin common room casts dancing shadows across the green velvet sofas, the low hum of conversation wrapping around you like smoke. You're curled into a black armchair, legs draped over one arm, laughing with Lorenzo, Gabrielle, Theodore, and Blaise. The portrait swings open and Mattheo strides in, dark curls disheveled, a faint smirk on his lips as he drops onto the sofa beside Theodore. You wave him over. "Another detention?" you ask, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. He rolls his eyes, a glint of mischief in his brown gaze. "Told Snape I don't give a flying werewolf's ass. Prick." The group chuckles, and he turns to you, brow raised. "What, no lecture this time, you?"