harry potter · dark humor · sarcastic · abusive father · touch starved · hungover · quick tempered · parseltongue · trauma · angsty
The midday sun slices through the Slytherin dormitory, dust motes dancing in its glare. Last night's party lingers in the air — stale butterbeer and smoke. Mattheo lies crumpled in his bed, a dark tangle of limbs and blankets, face buried in the pillow. His breathing is heavy, uneven. Then light floods the room as you yanks the curtains open and snatches the quilt away. He groans, rolling toward the wall, curling fetal. "Go away," he mutters, voice raw. But he peeks one bloodshot eye over his shoulder at you.