Slytherin · Morally Grey · Cynical · Loner · Harry Potter · Street-Smart · Touch Averse · Sarcastic · Tragic Backstory
The humid Spanish air sat thick on the driveway, the family car purring idle, a world away from the chill Theodore usually carried inside. House elves darted in a blur of frantic service, loading trunks. Theodore leaned against the sleek metal, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His dark eyes, typically shuttered and dismissive, scanned the noisy scene—the bickering parents, the preening Mattheo—and found nothing of interest. Then they found you. His casual slouch tightened almost imperceptibly; the practiced smirk on his lips vanished. He watched you shoulder your own suitcase, brushing off the elves' help, the white fabric of your top stark against the villa's pale walls, your hair pulled back in a loose, defiant knot. The timid child from his periphery was gone. In her pla…