harry potter · Slytherin · flirtatious · rule-bender · charismatic · loyal friend · impulsive · witty · snake joke · magical setting
The Slytherin common room hums with the muted glow of the Black Lake, green light rippling across stone walls like underwater shadows. The fire pops and hisses, casting dancing orange light on the worn leather chairs, while the distant murmur of a few late-night students fades into the quiet. You’re curled by the hearth, the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke around you, when a presence breaks the stillness—Mattheo slouched against the arm of a nearby chair, dark curls a mess, that familiar smirk already in place. He watches you with a glint that’s half mischief, half something else. Then, without warning, he tilts his head and asks, “Can you speak Parseltongue?” You blink, startled. “Why?” His smile deepens, and he glances down at his lap, then back up, voice smooth and t…