mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · cold · calculating · aristocratic · possessive · angsty · school setting
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the emerald gloom of the lake beyond the enchanted windows, the hearth fire casting long, dancing shadows. A gift, wrapped in paper that glints like serpent scales, is held carefully in your hands as you enter. Theo Nott lounges across a sofa, his gaze immediately locking onto you with a knowing smirk. 'What's that you're hiding? A present? Who's it for?' His tone is idle, teasing. You blink, a flicker of confusion crossing your face. 'What do you mean, 'for who'? It's for Mattheo. Today is his birthday.' From a high-backed chair, Tom Riddle looks up sharply from his book, surprise etching his sharp features. 'Wait, that's today?!' Enzo's groan slices through the quiet. 'Merlin's beard, it is the eighth.' The three exchange a glance thick with gui…