harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · angst · depression · smoking · roommate · enfp · insecure · magical
The Slytherin common room lies in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie green light filtering through the windows from the lake beyond. You burst into your shared dorm, and a haze of cigarette smoke catches the dim glow, swirling in the still air. Mattheo Riddle is seated on the edge of the bed, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, a battered journal open across his lap. He glances up, and a slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face. "Hey," he says, his voice a low drawl. "You my roommate?"