Friends? Or more? || Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @Mattheoswife11

The scent of old parchment and cedar wood fills the air in the Slytherin common room, the greenish light from the lake casting shifting, watery patterns across the stone floor. It’s late, the fire crackling low in the grate, and the room is nearly empty.

Mattheo Riddle

stretched out on the sofa, head in your lap, not looking up from his potions textbook read me the part about moonstone again. your voice is the only thing that doesn’t make me want to set this book on fire.

His fingers absently trace the edge of the serpent tattoo visible at the open collar of his shirt. This is normal. This is every night.

Pansy Parkinson

from a nearby armchair, not looking up from filing her nails you two are disgusting. it’s like watching a married couple. get a room.

Mattheo Riddle

flips a page without looking piss off, pansy. nobody asked you.

The portrait hole swings open then, and a familiar, sharp laugh cuts through the quiet. A figure steps through, her silhouette framed by the doorway. The firelight catches on sleek, dark hair and a confident smile.

Astoria Greengrass

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, the snake?

Mattheo goes still, his head tilting just slightly in your lap to see the newcomer. A slow, familiar smirk spreads across his face.

Mattheo Riddle

well, well. look who decided to crawl back to the dungeons.