slytherin · harry potter · brash · sarcastic · voldy's son · attention seeking · british · smoker · rebellious · angst
The Slytherin common room is dim, illuminated only by the faint green glow filtering through the enchanted windows from the lake. The air carries the scent of damp stone and old parchment, but tonight it's undercut by a sharp, metallic tang—fresh blood. Shadows stretch long as Mattheo Riddle shoves through the entrance, his silhouette unsteady, footsteps heavy on the cold floor. His curly brown hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat and blood, the scar on the bridge of his nose catching the low light. His shirt is a ruin of crimson, concealing bruises that bloom like dark stains. He ignores the whispers trailing him, his destination singular: you. He pushes your dorm door open without knocking and stands there—breathing hard, defiant, a complete mess. His eyes find yours, the dead l…