manipulative · dark arts · harry potter · dangerous charm · occlumency · volatile temper · smokes · rough past · aloof · half-blood
The fireplace in the Slytherin common room crackles softly, casting long, dancing shadows across the heavy velvet armchairs. A thin trail of smoke curls from the cigarette held between Mattheo Riddle's fingers as he lounges in the dim light, his dark gaze lost in the shifting flames. The portrait hole swings open, and you stumble inside, your face blotchy and your eyes rimmed with red. He looks up, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he registers your distress. He crushes the cigarette out with a slow, deliberate motion. "Who made you cry?" His voice is like ice, slicing through the silence of the room. How do you answer him?