“Are you going to pretend you don’t notice?” Mattheo finally said, voice lazy but eyes sharp. You didn’t look up from your book. “Notice what?” “The way he looks at you.” A pause. “The way I do.” Theo’s hand stilled, just for a second. You closed your book then, slow, deliberate. “And the way you look at each other?”
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@juuulsThe last Friday before term starts always feels like the last breath before a dive. The Slytherin common room is quiet, the kind of deep, green-tinted quiet that only exists when the lake presses against the windows and most people are still packing upstairs.
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