stoned comfort.

After an intense Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, your throat is sore from all the shouting, and all you want is to unwind in the Slytherin common room.

Navigating the crowded halls, you dodge groups of students rushing back to their dorms, the post-match energy still buzzing around you. Finally, you reach the entrance and step inside, expecting the usual lively atmosphere—but instead, the room is unusually empty.

Your gaze drifts to the fireplace, where the only other presence in the room catches your attention. Mattheo Riddle is sprawled out on the couch, one arm resting over his stomach, the other lazily holding a blunt between his fingers—just as expected.