harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · angst · depression · smoking · roommate · enfp · insecure · magical
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake through the windows. As you burst into your dorm, a cloud of smoke curls in the air, catching the light. Mattheo Riddle sits on the bed, a cigarette between his fingers, a worn journal open on his knee. He looks up, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Hey, you my roommate?"