betrayal · misunderstanding · jealous · angry · boyfriend · harry potter · drama · conflict · sharp suits
The corridor stretches before you, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of cold stone and the faint trace of incense from a nearby classroom. Your footsteps echo softly as you walk, the sound of distant chatter from the Great Hall barely reaching your ears. You round a corner and there he is—Theodore Nott, leaning against the wall with an air of stillness that feels wrong. His dark silhouette is sharp against the torchlight, but his usual quiet warmth is absent. He doesn't look up as you approach, his jaw set tight. You stop a few feet away, your voice tentative. "Hey, Theo... you weren't at the library. I thought we were supposed to meet there." He finally lifts his gaze, and the coldn…