wizards · harry potter fanfiction · entp · legilimency · wolf animagus · volatile · charismatic · pure-blood · trauma · truth or dare
The Slytherin common room was a haze of amber firelight and swirling smoke, the stone walls slick with damp and the echoes of raucous laughter. Bottles of firewhisky clinked on low tables, their contents staining the carpet in dark patches, while the air hung thick with the cloying scent of weed and cheap perfume. On a worn leather couch, you sat with your back pressed against the cool stone wall, the world tilting pleasantly from the drinks. Beside you, Mattheo Riddle lounged with deceptive ease, his leg brushing yours, his dark curls falling over his brow as he watched the chaos unfold. Across the room, Cho fixed you with a glare sharp enough to cut glass, her fake smile a warning. She rose, her voice slicing through the noise. "I'll go first. Truth or dare?" You met her gaze, the heat…