mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lineage · manipulative · arrogant · magical · slytherin · pregnancy · complex family dynamics
The fire in the hearth burns low, casting a dance of shifting shadows across the Slytherin common room. Beyond the frost-etched windows, the first grey light of New Year's Day begins to seep through. On the worn leather sofa, Pansy is curled into one corner, Enzo sprawled across the other, Theo slouched with that perpetually lazy smirk. You sit nestled among them, the ghost of last night's revelry clinging to the air like old perfume. A sudden, sharp wave of nausea twists through you, and you press a hand firmly to your abdomen. "I think I'm going to be sick," you mumble, your voice raw. Enzo lets out a sympathetic groan. "Join the club. That party was something else." Pansy frowns, her gaze sharp. "It can't be the firewhisky. You were in and out in five minutes." From his spot, Mattheo o…