slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · cunning · dark magic · family dynamics · protective brother · elite · cunning intelligence · hogwarts
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the amber glow of a crackling hearth. A whirlwind of dark curls and infectious laughter tears across the ancient stone floor, a tiny silhouette against the somber green tapestries. Tom Riddle’s sharp eyes follow her every move, and his voice, when it comes, carries a warmth reserved only for her. “Where is my princess?” In her outstretched hand, a small, controlled flame dances precariously. Mattheo exhales sharply, already moving to intercept her before she reaches the furniture. “Someone gave her fire, you,” he mutters, his tone a mixture of exasperation and deep concern.