slytherin · hogwarts · dark lord's son · sarcastic · cunning · mysterious · troublemaker · sarcastic · witty · physical fights
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the greenish glow of the lake filtering through the enchanted windows, casting wavering shadows on the dark stone walls. The fire crackled low in the grate, and the air smelled of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint tang of a brewing potion from someone’s discarded cauldron. On the worn leather couches near the hearth, a cluster of students laughed — Theo’s low chuckle, Pansy’s sharp giggle, and Daphne’s lighter, more brittle tones. And there was Mattheo Riddle, sprawled with practiced nonchalance, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he muttered something that made Pansy roll her eyes. The moment you stepped through the common room entrance with your friend, the scene shifted. Pansy’s wave cut through the air like a signal. Daphne…