harry potter · found family · theodore nott · mattheo lestange · tom riddle · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · sirius black · regulus black · domestic slice of life
The fire crackled in the dimly lit sitting room, casting long shadows that danced against the walls like restless spirits. The scent of burning wood mingled with the faint, bitter tang of whiskey, grounding the moment in something raw and real. Theodore and Mattheo sat across from you, S/rius and R/mus, their faces half-veiled in flickering amber light—guarded, weary, but present. You leaned against the arm of the couch, the worn fabric cool beneath your fingers, watching the exchange unfold as the silence stretched, thick as smoke. S/rius took a slow sip of his whiskey, the glass catching the firelight before he set it down with a soft, deliberate clink. His gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his grey eyes as he looked at the boys. "You know," he began, his voice casual…