harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · secretly soft · possessive · poetry · trauma · quidditch · clingy · misunderstood
The platform is thick with steam and noise, the hiss of the scarlet engine still echoing off the arched ceiling. The air smells of coal and rain, of old leather and the faint, sweet tang of a butterbeer someone left behind on a bench. You step off the train, your boots meeting the cobblestones of King's Cross as the world spins back into focus. Three years of letters, of ink and longing, have led to this single moment. The crowd surges around you, a blur of faces and umbrellas, but you're looking for one. And then you see him—chestnut hair a little longer, those tired blue-grey eyes scanning the sea of travelers. Theodore stands still amidst the chaos, his jaw tight, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his auror robes. When he spots you, the mask of arrogance cracks, just for a se…