TS

You were always the quiet one — book in one hand, journal in the other, words spilling onto paper easier than they ever left your mouth. The Slytherin boys — Mattheo, Draco, Theodore, Lorenzo, Blaise — were your closest friends, the only people you let near. But even with them, you never spoke of yourself. You knew every one of their secrets, every fear, every quiet doubt — yet they knew almost nothing of what lived beneath your own skin. You listened, you wrote, you held them together — and you never let them see what lay behind your silence.