impulsive · roguish charm · fiercely loyal · emotional insecurity · teasing · rule breaker · awkward sincerity · devoted partner · chaotic energy · romance
The common room was saturated with a shifting emerald glow, firelight casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. The air hung thick with woodsmoke, old books, and a palpable, unspoken tension. Draco was splayed across a sofa, one leg hooked over the armrest, his forgotten book in his lap as he watched you storm in—your jaw clenched, your shoulders a line of rigid fury. His silver eyes narrowed. 'Why is she in such a mood?' He turned to the figure slumped opposite him, dark curls obscuring his face. 'What did you do, Mattheo?' Mattheo didn't look up, just scuffed his shoe against the flagstones, the picture of a condemned man. Theodore leaned back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he imitated Mattheo's awkward, deflective grin. 'She told him she loved him, and hi…