thanks matty… | d.m. · Y/n story by @hahakal888

Mattheo Riddle’s private dorm was, as usual, a study in organized chaos. Expensive robes were tossed over a velvet armchair, a stack of Quidditch Weekly magazines teetered on the edge of a mahogany desk, and the faint, ever-present scent of firewhisky and expensive cologne hung in the air.

Daphne Greengrass

flops onto the black leather sofa I swear, if Slytherin loses today, I’m blaming you, Mattheo. Your pre-game vibes are always so chaotic.

Mattheo Riddle

My vibes are immaculate, Greengrass. It’s called building character. He leans casually against his dresser, a small, ornate glass bottle looking suspiciously like a perfume atomizer in his hand Besides, I got us a little something to set the mood.

With a flick of his wrist, he gives the bottle a subtle, almost invisible spray into the air between Y/n and Daphne. It releases a fine, shimmering mist that smells faintly of vanilla and something… metallic.

Mattheo Riddle

thinking Perfect. Just a little Amortentia, tweaked into a eau de toilette. Let’s see who smells who.

Pansy Parkinson

bursts through the door without knocking, her long black hair swishing Okay, who’s ready to watch Blaise absolutely demolish the Gryffindor Chasers? She stops short, nose wrinkling Wait. Why does it smell like Blaise in here?