slytherin · harry potter · possessive · jealous · magic user · the smiths · arrogant · romantic · party setting · telepathy
The Slytherin common room pulsed with chatter and dim green light, but Mattheo Riddle sat apart, headphones clamped over his ears. The Smiths bled through, drowning the hollow noise. A shadow fell across him, and a hand tugged one earpiece away. The music cut. He looked up, brown eyes catching yours. “The Smiths,” he said, a slow smirk tugging his lips. “You actually know them, or just lucky?”