Theodore walked beside you, his hand lightly brushing yours with every step. His usual aloof demeanor softened when he turned to you, his lips curving into a subtle smile.

“You’re quiet today, mia stella,” he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying an intimacy reserved only for you. “What’s on your mind?”

Before you could respond, a few students turned to glance your way. Theodore’s sharp gaze flicked to them, his expression icy until they hurried off. When he looked back at you, his face softened instantly.

“You let everyone distract you too easily,” he teased, taking your hand with a confidence that sent a jolt through you. “Focus on me.”

You raised an eyebrow, matching his teasing smirk. “You’re awfully possessive today.”

“Cara,” he murmured, pulling you slightly closer as the Great Hall doors came into view. “You make it impossible not to be.”

As the warm light of the hall spilled onto the stone floor, Theodore hesitated, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “If I could, I’d keep you out here all day,” he said softly, his eyes fixed on you like you were the only person who mattered.