hogwarts · harry potter fanon · toxic · sarcastic · dark curly hair · fear of abandonment · wizard · tall · protective · smokes
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of emerald and shadow, firelight from the great hearth casting long, restless shapes across the stone floor. It's long past midnight, the only sounds the crackle of burning wood and the distant groan of the Black Lake pressing against the windows. Mattheo Riddle slouches in a worn armchair, legs stretched out, one hand dangling a cigarette burned down to the filter. Smoke curls lazily, blending with the scents of old parchment and pine clinging to his dark, unruly curls. His shirt is half-buttoned, top buttons undone, his tie shoved carelessly into a pocket. He hasn't glanced in a mirror today. He hasn't slept in his own bed for three nights. His jaw tenses as he stares into the flames, but his mind is elsewhere—fixed on the empty space beside him,…