rogue · free-spirited · impulsive · loyal · witty · secret romance · best friend's sister · harry potter · confident · playful
The common room fire had burned down to embers, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The scent of woodsmoke and damp wool hung in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of lake water that still clung to your skin despite the hot shower. You were halfway to the stairs, your damp hair leaving a trail of dark spots on the flagstones, when you saw him. Theodore sat rigid in a high-backed chair, arms crossed, his face a mask of cold fury. His eyes locked onto you, pinning you in place. "Were you the girl swimming in the lake?" His voice was quiet, but it cut through the crackling silence like a blade. Your heart hammered. You shook your head, forcing a laugh. "No... why would I do that?" But then your gaze snagged on the figure leaning against the far wall, half-swal…