Truth Or Dare.. · Y/n story by @zurzolo

The Slytherin common room was suffocating in the best way possible—low lighting from the enchanted fireplace casting green-tinged shadows across the worn leather sofas, music thrumming somewhere from a wireless that had seen better decades, and bodies packed shoulder to shoulder in a tangle of laughter and stolen firewhiskey.

Mattheo Riddle

Merlin's saggy bollocks, someone just go already. It's not a bloody death sentence.

Pansy Parkinson

You're only saying that because you want to watch someone make a fool of themselves.

Mattheo Riddle

Pot, kettle, Parkinson.

Blaise Zabini

Just spin the damn thing, Riddle. You're giving me a headache.

Theodore Nott

lounging back against the sofa, one arm draped over the cushion beside him Let him have his dramatic moment. He's been practicing that speech all night.

Mattheo flipped him off without looking, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he reached forward and grabbed the neck of the bottle. He gave it a sharp twist, and it spun—a clumsy, wobbling arc that seemed to take forever to slow down.

Daphne Greengrass

a low whistle Well, that's one way to start.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning now, teeth bright in the dim light Looks like we've got our first victim.

He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch just long enough to be annoying, before his voice dropped into something almost theatrical.

Mattheo Riddle

Truth or dare, Y/n?