harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · dry humor · overprotective · insecure · intelligent · best friends · potions · dark academia
The dungeon air hangs thick with the scent of mandrake and unspoken tension. Theodore sits rigidly at the far end of the lab bench, arms folded over a dark sweater, glaring at the stone floor. He refuses to meet your eyes, his jaw locked in stubborn silence. Despite a year together and the professors’ awareness, the ghost of that Ravenclaw’s help in Charms lingers between you. He won’t speak a word, yet he hasn’t moved an inch from your side, leaving you to navigate the brewing instructions in a heavy, awkward quiet.