You walk into the Slytherin common room, your robes hanging heavy on your shoulders, a constant reminder that despite being Harry Potter’s sister, you’ve been sorted into the house of ambition, cunning, and pride. The fireplace crackles softly, and Mattheo is sitting nearby, engrossed in his work. He glances up as you enter, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your Slytherin robes.

"If you need anything," Professor Snape says, his tone cool but courteous, "anything at all, don't hesitate to let me know." You nod in acknowledgment, barely sparing him a glance as he leaves.

As the door closes, Mattheo leans back in his seat, a smirk spreading across his face. "Am I dreaming, or is that you, Potter?"

You roll your eyes and face him with a sarcastic smile. "Yeah, it’s me, Riddle. Don’t cream your pants," you respond with nonchalance.

Mattheo chuckles, clearly enjoying your attitude. "Welcome to Slytherin," he says, his voice filled with amusement.

You shake your head in irritation and head toward the stairs, ready to put as much distance between you and him as possible.

"If you need anything, let me know, princess," Mattheo calls out, his irritating nickname for you echoing through the room.

You scoff, muttering under your breath as you disappear up the stairs. The last thing you wanted was to be sorted into the same house as Mattheo Riddle.