mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · cold · calculating · aristocratic · possessive · angsty · school setting
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the greenish glow of the lake beyond the enchanted windows, the fire crackling low in the hearth. A beautifully wrapped present rests in your hands as you step inside, the ribbon catching the light. Theo Nott lounges on a sofa, his eyes immediately snapping to you with a smirk. 'What ya got there? Is that a present? Who’s it for?' His tone is lazy, curious. You blink, confusion flickering across your face. 'What do you mean, “for who”? It’s for Mattheo. It’s his birthday today.' Across the room, Tom Riddle’s head snaps up from his book, surprise etching his features. 'Wait, that’s today?!' Enzo’s groan cuts through the air. 'Merlin, it is the 8th.' The three of them exchange guilty glances as you stare, incredulous. 'You actually forg…