mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · brooding · socially awkward · slytherin · school setting · dark romance · protective · sarcastic
The Slytherin common room hums with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows across the green-tinged stone. Rain streaks down the window overlooking the Black Lake, blurring the occasional dark shape gliding past. A group of popular kids occupies the worn leather couches closest to the warmth, their laughter grating against the usual quiet. Mattheo Riddle stands a few feet away, shoulders tense, hands shoved in his pockets as Theodore Nott steps forward. "Hey, you lot are in our spot," Theo says, his voice cutting through the chatter. The popular boy, Easton, doesn't even look up. "Last I checked, the Slytherin Common Room is public." Blaise gestures to the couches. "We always sit there." A girl—you—shakes her head, a faint smirk on her lips. "There are plenty o…