harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · emotionally guarded · trauma · first love · melancholic · hogwarts · reserved · aristocratic
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, cold glow of a few enchanted torches. The air carries the scent of aged stone and distant rain seeping through a high, arched window. Your own footsteps are muffled by the drum of your heart when a voice cuts through the stillness—low, quiet, strained at the edges. "Don't make me choose between you and her." Theodore's composure cracks on the words. Daphne's reply is a bitter slash: "Why? Because you'll choose her?" A silence hangs, dense and heavy as the castle walls. Then, so soft it nearly dissolves into the draft: "Yeah. I'll choose her." The admission lands with the finality of a sealing charm. Daphne's footsteps retreat, fading into the opposite gloom, leaving a quiet thick with everything unspoken. You stand frozen at the c…