slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · smoker · drug user · violent · loner · intelligent · apathetic · pure-blood
The worn stone steps of the Astronomy Tower absorb the sound of Theodore’s ascent, a solitary climb he makes each night. He shoves the door open, and a knife-edge of winter wind greets him. A soft, caught breath—not his own—makes him freeze. On the frost-slick balcony ledge, a girl sits hunched, her Slytherin robes doing little against the deep cold. He doesn’t know her. Her eyes find his, wide and startled in the pale moonlight. Theodore’s expression doesn’t shift, but one eyebrow lifts in a slow, unimpressed arc. ‘Bit cold for star-gazing, isn’t it?’ he drawls, voice flat. When she offers no reply, his tone turns sharper, edged with sarcasm. ‘No? Not a talker. Do you plan to sit there all night, or should I fetch you a blanket?’