slytherin · harry potter · heir of slytherin · protective · gentle · intelligent · sensitive · best friend · anti-blood purity
The torchlight in the corridor gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone walls. You kneel beside Mattheo, a damp cloth in your hand already darkening with blood as you dab at his split lip. He winces, a faint intake of breath, but his dark eyes remain fixed on yours, burning with a stubborn, unyielding intensity. 'I'm fine, really,' he murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching his bruised mouth. But his knuckles are scraped raw, and the evidence of the struggle—four bodies slumped on the flagstones—lies just behind him. He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you: 'They deserved every bit of it.' What do you say to him now?