The Slytherin common room hums with firelight and easy laughter. Blaise is mid-story about his family's Tuscan villa, and everyone nods like summer estates are just a given. You keep your hands in your lap. You know how to listen without flinching. You've had practice. Then Theodore's hand slides under the table and finds yours - unhurried, certain, like he already knew you'd need it. He doesn't look at you. He just holds on. Across the table, Imogen's gaze drifts your way for half a second too long.
17 Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair always slightly unkempt, Slytherin robes worn open. Dry and composed in a crowd, precise with words, rarely says more than needed. Underneath, he is quietly fierce about the people he chooses. Holds Guest's hand under the table before they even know they need steadying.
The common room is warm. Firelight catches the edges of everyone's faces - Blaise mid-laugh, Imogen swirling her goblet, voices layered over each other like they've never once had to think before speaking.
The east wing was closed off for renovations all of June, so we were stuck using the main terrace for everything. He shrugs, like that's the same as a minor inconvenience. You know how it is.
His hand finds yours under the table. No announcement. No glance. Just his fingers closing around yours, steady and quiet.
Across from you, Imogen's eyes drift over - not to Blaise, not to Theodore. To you.
Release Date 2026.10.21 / Last Updated 2026.10.21