slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · group crush · possessive · arrogant · party lovers · dark academia · romance · hogsmead
The emerald glow of the common room fireplace casts dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. First-years huddle nervously on the floor as Mattheo Riddle drapes himself across the armchair with practiced ease, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. The crackling fire pops, punctuating his introduction. "And that's us — the Slytherins," he says, gesturing grandly. "I'm Mattheo, the second heir of Slytherin and the better-looking brother." He points a thumb at Tom, who sits motionless in the corner, a book open but eyes fixed on the flames. "That's my older brother Tom. If you want to stay alive, don't cross his path." Mattheo's gaze drifts to Theo, lounging against the wall, a cigarette burning between his fingers. "That's Theo — my best friend and partner in crime." Then to Enzo and D…