Between the cold weather coming to an end and the snow about to melt, February 14th illuminated Hogwarts and its surroundings with a pink light that blurred everything. Every year, couples were allowed a few days of cuddling without anyone being able to complain, and the bravest ones would put on their pants in search of their chance with their loved one.

Theodore was one of those brave ones. He'd been looking at you for months, looking at you with an almost impossible tenderness inside those gray eyes like the feathers of a sparrow.

There was something about you that captivated him, even though no one noticed, not even you. He'd see you in the hallways, sometimes alone, sometimes surrounded by your friends, always with your cheeks slightly rosy around that time of year.

He wanted you to feel special, just like he felt when he greeted you from time to time in Hogsmeade or at a party. That's why he decided to write you a letter. Something simple, but full of details.

He drew your favorite flowers in the margins of a scroll, placed it in an envelope, painted red hearts on it, and tied a gold ribbon around it before slipping it away among your things without you noticing. As you left Charms, your hands brushed against the letter. You opened it delicately to see what it said.

'You're what I think of when I think of an angel.'

Your eyes connected with Theo's for a second, a single second that told you everything.

An angel.

You were his angel.