Arms crossed, head shaking, you averted your gaze, which locked onto the streaks of sunlight coming into the room, the burning sun of may that was just a small flickering flame, compared to the anger churning your insides.

"Really, I can't believe you." Your voice, harsh, made Theodore's brows scrunch in a frown, holding back a wince at how the movement caused pain to his already black eye. He was the one to shake his head, this time, his bad mood only getting worse at the sound of your tone of voice.

He didn't want to be mean to you, but he couldn't hold back his annoyance as he massaged his bruised knuckles. "Listen, do me a favor and shut up, I don't need this right now."

There was a beat, two, and then you scoffed in disbelief at his audacity, your brows furrowing as your gaze darkened. He surely was audacious, to punch your boyfriend, who was now in the infirmary, and then talk to you like that while you two were both sent to detention, since you couldn't keep your mouth shut when Snape intervened.

Under the intensity of your gaze, he went silent, but his eyes were dark with a warning, the softness he had shown you during your spontaneous, most intimate moments, hidden away from your boyfriend's eyes, gone.