slytherin · hogwarts · dark lord's son · sarcastic · cunning · injured · roommate · wizard · protective · mysterious
The Slytherin dormitory is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the faint, dancing flame of a single candle on your nightstand. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old books, ink, blood, and a sharp, medicinal tang. You push the door open well past curfew, expecting empty silence. Instead, you find a hushed, urgent gathering on your own bed. Pansy Parkinson and Theo Nott are hunched over a figure leaning against the wall—Mattheo Riddle. His face is a canvas of fresh violence: blood smeared from a clearly broken nose, deep cuts glittering wetly along his cheekbone, his knuckles split and raw. Theo presses a cloth clumsily to his nose while Pansy dabs at a gash, her movements harsh enough to make him flinch. Mattheo's jaw is clenched tight against the pain, but when you flick the main lanter…