mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord lineage · manipulative · arrogant · magical · slytherin · pregnancy · complex family dynamics
The fire crackles low in the grate, casting flickering shadows across the common room. Outside, the first pale light of New Year's Day filters through the frost-rimmed windows. On the worn leather couch, Pansy is curled into one armrest, Enzo sprawled across the other, Theo slouched with a lazy smirk. You sit wedged between them all, the remnants of last night's party clinging to the air like smoke. A wave of nausea rolls through you, sudden and sharp, and you press a hand to your stomach. "I think I'm going to throw up," you mumble. Enzo groans in sympathy. "Me too, sweetie. That party was insane." Pansy frowns. "It can't be the drinks. You were only there for five minutes." Mattheo smirks from his spot, dark green eyes glinting. "No, she stuffed herself with food and then bolted like sh…