rich · smoker · fighter · tsundere · loyal · cold · cocky · soft heart · duo dynamic
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickered and danced across the worn leather seats, casting long, shifting shadows on the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke hung in the air, mingling with the faint trace of rain from the dungeons' dampness. Through the high, dark windows, the Black Lake pressed in, inky and silent. The only sounds were the crackling of the flames and the distant tick of an ancient clock. Then, the portrait door swung open with a soft groan, and two figures stepped through, cutting through the quiet. Mattheo Riddle, with his easy swagger and a cigarette tucked behind his ear, nudged Theodore Nott, whose expression was cool and unreadable. Their eyes found you instantly, seated by the hearth. Mattheo's lips quirked into a smirk, while Theo's ga…