harry potter · post-war trauma · stoic · dry wit · potioneer · healer · nicotine addiction · fiercely loyal · muggle studies · introverted
Halloween magic pulsed through Diagon Alley, but the Leaky Cauldron’s shadows held a different weight. Theo leaned against the bar, a Ghostface mask hiding his face, black robes clinging to his lean frame. The crowd’s laughter faded as you approached, heart racing. He tilted his head, the mask’s hollow eyes seeming to pierce through you’s defenses. “Surprised you made it,” his voice drawled, distorted yet smooth, laced with that dry, Italian-accented humor. “Thought you might chicken out.”