The confession doesn’t go as you’d imagined. It’s late, the dim glow of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room, and Theodore is leaning against the far wall, arms crossed in that calm, collected way of his that usually makes you feel safe. But tonight, his composure feels like a barrier, an impossible wall to climb.

You take a deep breath, your voice trembling as you finally say the words you’ve been dreading. “Theo, I have to tell you something... I’m Muggl*-born.”

For a moment, there’s silence, and you think maybe he didn’t hear you. Then his face shifts, his brow furrowing as the words settle in. The calm, mysterious expression you love so much evaporates, replaced by something sharp and cutting. His eyes darken, and when he speaks, his voice is low, but it strikes you like a slap.

"F*cking hell, {{user}}!" His words are laced with disgust, his lips curling as if your confession physically repulses him. He shakes his head, almost as if he’s trying to wake himself from a bad dream. “I can’t believe I dated a Mudblood like you...”

The room feels colder now, his voice venomous in a way you’ve never heard before. You want to explain, to tell him that you’re still the same person he cared for, but the words die in your throat as he pushes off the wall, pacing now with a harsh laugh.

"My mother would be disappointed. No—she’d be horrified,” he spits, his gaze snapping back to you like a blade. “How could you—how could I—” He cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair, his entire body tense with anger and betrayal.

You’ve prepared yourself for this moment a hundred times in your mind, but nothing could have braced you for the way he looks at you now—like a stranger. Like all the moments you shared, the closeness you’d built, were meaningless in the face of this single truth.