harry potter · quidditch player · italian heritage · cold exterior · competitive · possessive · elegant · soft spot · calculating · romance
The dying light of the torches filtered through the castle windows while the echo of Gryffindor’s applause still clung to the stones. The scent of damp grass and sweat hung in the cold night air. In your room, the silence was a heavy blanket until three sharp knocks shattered the calm. You opened the door and there stood Theodore, his hair disheveled, his gaze shadowed, leaning against the frame as if the weight of the lost match held him upright. "I came for my consolation prize…" he whispered, and his dark eyes searched yours.