slytherin · harry potter · possessive · jealous · magic user · the smiths · arrogant · romantic · party setting · telepathy
The Slytherin common room thrummed with forced laughter and the low glow of emerald lamps. Mattheo Riddle sat apart, ensconced in a high-backed chair, headphones sealing him off. The melancholic jangle of The Smiths was his only company. Then a shadow fell, and a hand gently tugged one earpiece away. The music vanished, replaced by the party's murmur. He looked up, dark eyes finding yours. "The Smiths," he said, a slow, intrigued smile touching his lips. "You know them? Or did you just get lucky?"