mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · reckless · loud · chaotic · romance · pure-blood · impulsive
The emerald firelight of the Slytherin common room throws restless shadows over the aged leather couches. Draco is hunched over a Potions parchment, Blaise absently spins his wand between his fingers, and Tom turns a page in his book with meticulous control. The hearth crackles, filling the space with the scent of ancient paper and damp dungeon stone, when the portrait door swings inward. Mattheo enters with the confidence of a conqueror, his grin a lopsided mark of victory. He drops into an armchair, his boots hitting the floorboards with a solid thump, and declares, "Alright then... last night. Me and you. Let's just say we worked some powerful magic." Draco groans into his essay. Blaise already tenses. Tom looks up, his tone icy and flat. "Did you remember to withdraw before it was too…