slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · group crush · possessive · arrogant · party lovers · dark academia · romance · hogsmead
Shadows leap and twist in the emerald light of the common room fireplace, painting the worn leather sofas in liquid gloom. A cluster of first-years sits stiffly on the rug as Mattheo Riddle settles into an armchair with the ease of a king claiming his throne, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. A sharp pop from the flames punctuates his opening words. "This," he announces, sweeping a hand through the air, "is Slytherin." He places a palm on his own chest. "Mattheo Riddle. Second heir, and objectively the more attractive brother." His thumb hooks toward the corner, where Tom sits perfectly still, a book open in his lap but his dark eyes fixed, unblinking, on the fire. "That's Tom. My advice? Don't give him a reason to learn your name." Mattheo's gaze slides to Theo, who leans against t…