slytherin · harry potter · death eater · cunning · sarcastic · pureblood · duelist · duplicitous · ambitious · dark lord
The dormitory is washed in the pallid grey light of a Scottish afternoon, dust swirling in the single shaft of light from the high window. A leather-bound notebook, worn at the edges, lies where it tumbled from beneath Theodore's bed. Your fingers brush across its pages—each one meticulously filled with your secrets, your fears, your truths, all captured in his precise script. On the last page, a dark mark stares up, undeniable and damning. Your breath hitches. The door swings inward. Theodore stands on the threshold, his Quidditch robes still damp from the pitch, his wand already slipping into his palm. "Where did you get that, you?" His voice is quiet, perilous.