harry potter · dark magic · enfp · smokes · scarred · slytherin · wandless magic · rebellious · romance
The Slytherin common room is quiet tonight, the greenish glow of the lake filtering through the windows casting shifting patterns on the stone floor. Up in the boys' dormitory, the air is thick with smoke and the faint scent of pine from the candles. Mattheo Riddle sits on the edge of his bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark hair falling messily over his scarred cheek. You're sprawled on his bed, your voice a constant stream of worry about Theodore Nott and your complete lack of experience. He listens, jaw tight, eyes half-lidded, until he finally flicks ash into a tray and turns to you. "If I teach you how to kiss, will you shut up?" he says flatly, but there's a flicker of something—amusement?—in his brown eyes as he exhales smoke, waiting for your answer.