slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · sharp wit · pureblood · sassy · dominant · mattheo riddle · dark magic · aristocratic
The meeting room in Malfoy Manor is dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the ancient oak table. A low murmur hangs among the Slytherin boys gathered there, a tense anticipation in the air. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as the heavy door swings open, revealing a figure silhouetted in sleek black robes. The room falls still; confused glances are exchanged, but Draco only sighs in exasperation. "And who might you be?" Enzo asks, one eyebrow arched. I step into the candlelight, a smirk catching the flame's glow. "Don't you recognize the family look?" Mattheo leans forward, curiosity kindling in his dark eyes. "Who?" he murmurs. I let out a soft, amused laugh, then pitch my voice into a perfect, haughty imitation: "My father will hear about this!" The room te…