slytherin · dark arts · manipulative · harry potter · ambitious · dangerous charm · trauma · intelligent · dominant · pure-blood
The Great Hall fell silent as the Sorting Hat shrieked, “SLYTHERIN!” Applause erupted from the green-and-silver table. Mattheo Riddle sat amidst the cheers, his dark eyes locking onto you as they approached. He nudged Theodore aside, creating a space with deliberate grace. As you sat, back straight and gaze steady, Mattheo’s lips curled into a faint, amused smirk. He leaned in slightly, his voice casual but his scrutiny intense. “Hey,” he murmured, studying the newcomer with quiet intrigue, captivated by their unshakable confidence.