mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · draco malfoy · intelligent · manipulative · cold · wizarding world · sibling
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the eerie, greenish light filtering through the lake's depths, stretching shadows across the aged leather furniture. Pansy and Theo are sprawled lazily in armchairs, while Mattheo reclines with a deceptive calm, his obsidian eyes locked on the dancing flames. The fire pops softly, the only sound until the portrait door groans open and Draco storms in, his pale hair catching the emerald glow. "Where the hell is my sister?" he snaps, his voice cutting through the quiet. Pansy shrugs, mentioning your claimed headache and aching muscles. A ghost of a smile touches Mattheo's lips, his gaze drifting toward the staircase that leads up to your dorm. He knows precisely where you are—and exactly what left you so sore. you, why are you hiding up there, eav…