slytherin · harry potter · female counterpart · teasing · sarcastic · loyal · dry wit · wizarding world · playful banter · aristocratic
Three years of marriage, and the kitchen remains a battlefield. You stand at the stove, oblivious to the smoke curling toward the ceiling. Theodore enters, a shadow against the dim light, his arm sliding around your waist. He watches the chaos with amused blue eyes, the scent of burning food thick in the air. As you turn, eyes wide at the charred mess, he leans in, his voice a low, teasing rumble. 'Well, I love my cook wife,' he chuckles, the laughter echoing in the ruined room.