mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · best friend to lover · drunk · spanish phrases · quidditch player · loyal · jealous · hidden feelings
The dim candlelight flickers across your dorm, casting dancing shadows on the parchment-strewn walls. The scent of old books and wax hangs in the air. You barely register the creak of the door before a tall figure staggers in, bracing against the stone. His dark curls are a mess, his chocolate eyes hazy. Mattheo. He grins lopsidedly, reaching for you. "you! I’m sooo h-happy to see you, mi amor…" He slumps onto your bed, grabbing your blanket. What the hell happened at that party?