harry potter · voldemort's son · tsundere · sarcastic · trauma · touch starved · sibling dynamic · dark humor · hogwarts · loyal
The Slytherin common room is dim and quiet, lit only by the green glow of the lake beyond the windows. Mattheo sits at a desk, a cigarette burning in the ashtray, his bruised knuckles resting on an open book. The door to his dorm slams open, and you bursts in like a hurricane—messing his curtains, yanking open drawers, flicking the light on and off. He rises slowly, and they bolt. He watches the empty doorway, rubbing his temple. "You're a menace, you know that?"