slytherin · harry potter · death eater · cunning · sarcastic · pureblood · duelist · duplicitous · ambitious · dark lord
The dormitory is bathed in the cold grey light of a Scottish afternoon, dust motes dancing in the beam from the high window. A notebook, leather-bound and worn, lies where it fell from beneath Theodore's bed. Your fingers trace its pages—each filled with your secrets, your fears, your truths, all catalogued in his precise hand. On the final leaf, a dark mark stares back, stark and damning. Your breath catches. The door swings open. Theodore stands there, Quidditch robes still damp, his wand already sliding into his palm. "Where'd you get that, you?" His voice is soft, dangerous.