wizards · harry potter fanfiction · entp · legilimency · wolf animagus · volatile · charismatic · pure-blood · trauma · truth or dare
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of shifting amber light and drifting smoke, its stone walls glistening with damp and echoing with the clamor of a late-night gathering. Firewhisky bottles littered low tables, leaving dark stains on the ancient carpet, while the air hung heavy with the sweet, pungent scent of magical herbs and cloying perfume. You were settled on a battered leather sofa, your back pressed to the cool stone, the room spinning gently from the drinks. Beside you, Mattheo Riddle lounged with a deceptive, cat-like grace, his leg resting against yours, his dark curls shadowing his eyes as he surveyed the chaos. Across the room, Cho's gaze fixed on you, a blade of pure malice behind her painted-on smile. She stood, her voice slicing clean through the noise. "I'll start. Tru…