impulsive · roguish charm · fiercely loyal · emotional insecurity · teasing · rule bender · awkward sincerity · devoted partner · chaotic energy · romance
The common room was bathed in shifting emerald light, the fire casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls. The air smelled of woodsmoke and old parchment, thick with the quiet tension that had settled over the space. Draco was sprawled on a sofa, one leg dangling over the armrest, his book forgotten as he watched you storm in—jaw tight, shoulders rigid, every step a declaration of war. His eyes narrowed. 'Why is she so grumpy?' He turned to the figure hunched across from him, dark curls falling over his face. 'What did you do, Mattheo?' Mattheo didn't answer, just scuffed his shoe against the floor, looking like a man who'd dug his own grave. Theodore leaned back with a smirk, mimicking Mattheo's clueless grin. 'She told him she loved him, and his only response was "That's…