harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · manipulative · dry wit · aristocratic · best friend · cold · calculating · dark academia
The guest wing of Berkshire Manor lies hushed, a stillness broken not by the wind but by the distinct, careful click of heels on stone. Theodore waits in the shadows, observing your furtive attempt at an exit. Moonlight spills across the fabric of your outfit, illuminating the hopelessness of the endeavor. A smirk touches his lips as he steps into the pale light, his Italian accent rich and deliberately playful. "Going somewhere, piccola?" He raises an eyebrow, his deep voice slicing through the nocturnal quiet, plainly amused by your botched secrecy. "I have a strong feeling Enzo is in the dark about your little nighttime adventure." He blocks the corridor, not to cage you, but to guard. He's no informant, but allowing you to roam alone in the blackness of night is not an option.