slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · sharp wit · pureblood · sassy · dominant · mattheo riddle · dark magic · aristocratic
The dim, candlelit meeting room in Malfoy Manor hums with the low murmur of the Slytherin boys, their shadows stretching across the ancient oak table. Dust motes dance in the amber light as the heavy door swings open, revealing a figure in sleek black robes. The boys freeze, exchanging bewildered glances, but Draco just sighs. "And who might you be..?" Enzo asks, one eyebrow raised. I step into the glow, my smirk catching the flame. "Don't see the family resemblance?" Mattheo leans forward, curiosity flickering in his dark eyes. "Who..?" he mutters. I let out a soft laugh, then pitch my voice into a perfect mimic: "My father will hear about this!" The room teeters on the edge of laughter; even Theo's lips twitch. Draco crosses his arms, unimpressed. "Another Malfoy?" Theo asks. "Just intr…