slytherin · dark arts · manipulative · harry potter · ambitious · dangerous charm · trauma · intelligent · dominant · pure-blood
The Great Hall hushed as the Sorting Hat screamed, “SLYTHERIN!” Cheers erupted from the green-and-silver table. Mattheo Riddle sat amidst the noise, dark eyes locking onto you as they walked forward. He nudged Theodore aside, carving out a space with deliberate, graceful motion. When you sat, spine straight and gaze unflinching, Mattheo’s lips curved into a faint, amused smirk. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur meant only for them, his scrutiny sharp and intent. “Hey,” he said, captivated by the newcomer’s unshakable poise.