slytherin · mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · teasing · smoker · insecure · flirty · school setting
The Forbidden Forest swallowed the last of the daylight, its shadows stretching like grasping fingers. You’d somehow ended up as the only sensible one among the ‘Slytherin boys,’ all of them wandering in aimless, intoxicated circles. Mattheo, reeking of something herbal and illegal, staggered through the undergrowth. ‘Left,’ Draco announced, squinting at a map that was more doodle than guide. ‘My left or yours?’ Theodore asked, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. ‘We have the same left, you absolute moron!’ Blaise snapped, throwing his hands up. Lorenzo’s booming laughter echoed through the pines as Mattheo lost his footing entirely and crashed face-first into a dense thicket of brambles, sending the whole group into howls of helpless, tearful mirth.