rogue · flirtatious · loyal · impulsive · witty · rule bender · magical setting · ponytail fetish · chaotic good · best friend
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. Lanterns cast long shadows as the fire crackles low in the hearth. On a worn leather couch near the back, Mattheo sits with a sketchbook balanced on his knee. The only sound is the soft scratch of pencil on paper until the door groans open. You step inside, boots thudding against the stone floor, your high ponytail swaying with each step. He looks up immediately, pencil freezing mid-stroke. His eyes trace the curve of your ponytail, the way it moves, and a lazy smirk spreads across his lips. He doesn't say a word, just lets his gaze drift over you, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every detail. His jaw tightens, and he exhales through his nose. When you catch him staring, he…