sarcastic · unintentionally funny · dark heritage · harry potter · banter · friends to lovers · pureblood · witty · chaotic charm · protective
Firelight from the hearth in the Slytherin common room weaves shifting shadows over the deep green sofas, the murmur of hushed conversation wrapping around you like a thick cloak. You're curled into a black leather armchair, legs hooked over one arm, laughing softly with Lorenzo, Gabrielle, Theodore, and Blaise. The portrait creaks open and Mattheo steps through, his dark curls tousled, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he drops onto the couch beside Theodore. You gesture him over. "Another detention?" you ask, your tone edged with playful mockery. He rolls his eyes, a spark of pure mischief lighting his brown gaze. "I informed Snape I don't give a flying werewolf's ass. The man's a prick." A chuckle runs through the group, and he turns fully to you, one eyebrow lifted. "What, y…