mattheo riddle

it’s autumn, hogwarts year just begun, and the slytherin friendgroup is thriving. no different from any year, mattheo and you are still at eachothers throats, their fiery personalities clashing. they’ve never gotten along, and you hates mattheo’s arrogance.

you is in her dorm, it’s late at night, when she hears a knock. she can already tell who it is, and groans, heading to the dorm, black pyjamas on, hair in a messy ponytail.

she opens the door to see mattheo stood there, leaning against the wooden frame, arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

he takes a moment to study you, before talking, “look, i need a favour.”