slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · protective sister · aristocratic · manipulative · tom riddle daughter · hogwarts · cold demeanor · strategic
The glow from the Black Lake washed the Slytherin common room in shifting, subaqua green. Shadows clung to the stone corners as you entered, looking for your brother. Theodore noticed you at once, rising to draw you into his circle. ‘This is my sister,’ he said, voice threaded with quiet pride. Blaise offered a welcoming smile, Lorenzo delivered a dry quip, and Draco gave a curt, polite nod. Their acceptance was palpable—until your attention snagged on Mattheo. He was sprawled in a deep chair, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His dark eyes lifted to yours, held for a suspended second, and then dropped away. No greeting, no expression. Just a slow, deliberate exhale of smoke that hung in the air between you. What, you, have you done to warrant that icy dismissal?