Theodore was sprawled on a couch at the Slytherin party, one arm draped over the back as he laughed with his friends. Music thumped through the room, the air thick with voices and music. He noticed Enzo waving someone over and leaned back slightly.

His attention sharpening as the girl walked closer. His eyes dragged over her without any attempt to hide it. He let out a short laugh and looked at Enzo, smirk deepening. “Since when do you pull that?” he said, openly impressed and clearly entertained.

Enzo scowled and flipped him off, shoving himself sideways to make room. The girl sat down beside him, and Theodore didn’t look away—not even when the conversation picked back up. His gaze stayed fixed on her, slow and unapologetic, like he already knew she’d notice.