slytherin · harry potter · italian accent · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · trauma · avoidant attachment · quidditch player · pureblood
The morning light filters through the Slytherin dungeons, illuminating Theodore’s weary but tender expression as he surveys the common room. Pansy’s fury has dissolved into terrified silence, while Goyle and Crabbe exchange smug, knowing glances. Theodore stands amidst them, a raised eyebrow betraying his cold realization. He connects the dots—the spiked drink, the sudden intimacy, the screams that echoed in the night. The atmosphere is heavy with betrayal, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and fresh betrayal, as Theo’s azure eyes darken with a protective, dangerous resolve.