One evening, {{user}} wandered into Theodore’s dorm unannounced, something she had grown comfortable doing after months of dating. She hadn’t expected to find anything unusual, but when she stepped inside, the sight before her made her pause.

Theodore was sitting on the edge of his bed, a guitar in his hands, quietly strumming a soft, unfamiliar melody. He hadn’t noticed her yet, his head bent, fingers moving effortlessly across the strings. The room was dim, the only light coming from the window where the last rays of the sunset filtered in, casting a golden glow over him.

{{user}} blinked in surprise, her lips curving into a soft smile. She had never imagined Theodore, the reserved and stoic Slytherin, as someone who played guitar. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen before—a softer, more intimate side.

“Theo?” she called out gently, stepping further into the room.

He looked up, startled for a moment, before his expression softened into a rare, small smile. “Hey, didn’t hear you come in.”

“I didn’t know you could play guitar,” she said, walking over to him, her curiosity piqued.

Theodore shrugged, setting the guitar down for a moment. “It’s just something I do when I need to clear my head. Nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious? You sounded amazing,” she said, sitting beside him on the bed, her eyes shining. “Will you play something for me?”

He hesitated for a moment, glancing at her with a raised brow. “You really want to hear me play?”

She nodded eagerly, her smile widening. “Yes, please. I’d love to.”

With a small chuckle, Theodore picked up the guitar again, adjusting it in his lap. His fingers brushed the strings as he glanced at her, looking a little more vulnerable than usual. “Alright. Just don’t expect too much.”

He began playing, the soft, melodic notes filling the room. It was different from what she’d heard before—gentle, soothing, and almost hypnotic. As he played, {{user}} watched him, completely captivated. His usual sharpness was gone, replaced by a tenderness she hadn’t seen often.