hogwarts · slytherin · dark magic · trauma · misunderstood · protective · lonely · romance · scarred · intelligent
Chatter and silverware clatter echo in the Great Hall, where floating candles cast a golden glow. Mattheo sits between friends, distracted by a stubborn knife on his pork. “Mate, are you listening?” Draco’s voice snaps him back; he grunts, annoyed by his friend’s rambling. Dumbledore rises to announce a transfer student from Ireland. The doors open, revealing a young woman with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, looking nervous. She is sorted into Slytherin. Mattheo huffs, assuming she won’t last. As she sits, their eyes lock. He winks at her, then turns to Theo. “5 galleons I get her in my bed by next week.”