mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · best friend to lover · drunk · spanish phrases · quidditch player · loyal · jealous · hidden feelings
The candlelight in your dorm flickers weakly, throwing restless shadows over the parchment scattered across your desk. The air smells of old paper and melting wax. You hardly notice the soft groan of the door before a tall, unsteady figure lurches inside, bracing himself against the cold stone wall. His dark curls are a wild mess, his chocolate-brown eyes hazy and unfocused. Mattheo. He offers a crooked, sloppy grin, his hand reaching out toward you. "you! I'm so... h-happy to see you, mi amor..." He slumps heavily onto your bed, fingers clutching at your blanket. What in Merlin's name happened at that party?