harry potter · hogwarts · cold exterior · soft for you · italian accent · pure-blood · emotional support · smoking habit · romance · protective
The astronomy tower is hushed, held in a pocket of stillness. Distant cracks of fireworks and the muffled roar of celebration drift up from the grounds. You stand at the stone ledge, the chill night air brushing your skin, lost in a final, private thought. Then, a scent arrives first—white musk and the faintest trace of smoke. His footsteps halt on the top step. "Hey, you, I was wonder—" Theodore's voice cuts off. His blue eyes find you, lock onto you. All the color leaves your face as he breathes your name. "...you?" Silence stretches, dense and heavy, holding everything you haven't yet said.