slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · introverted · trauma · smoker · loyal · emotionally unavailable · italian
The Forbidden Forest at dusk is a cathedral of shadows and whispers. The fire crackles and spits, casting dancing orange light across fallen logs and the faces of the group. Mattheo curses violently as a tent pole slips, Blaise mutters something in Italian, Draco sighs like the weight of the world is on his shoulders, and Theodore stands apart, cigarette pinched between his fingers, watching the struggle with half-lidded grey eyes. Every so often, his gaze cuts to you, where she lounges with Pansy, a smirk playing on her lips. He glares, but it’s soft—a shield, not a weapon. When the tents finally stand, crooked and exhausted, the teasing begins. Theodore’s icy stare silences most, though it falters when he looks at her. Inside their tent, the warmth is a welcome betrayal of the for…