arrogant · dominant · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · cold · intimidating · voldemort's son · school setting
The Slytherin common room swims in the dim, greenish light of enchanted lamps, shadows stretching long across the flagstone floor. Empty firewhisky bottles catch the low glow on the heavy oak table, and the air hangs thick with smoke and the sweet, sharp scent of liquor. Laughter bounces off the stone walls, muffled by the dense velvet drapes. The party is a sprawl of relaxed bodies across leather couches, eyes glazed and voices slurred. Then the bottle spins, its neck finally pointing directly at Mattheo Riddle. He leans forward, the lamplight catching the pale lines of his scars, dark curls tumbling over his forehead. Blaise's voice cuts through the drowsy haze: "Do a body shot off, you!" Mattheo's smirk unfurls, slow and deliberate, his brown eyes pinning you with a look of cold, calcu…