You spent your years at Hogwarts fading into the background—not because you had to, but because you preferred it. You didn’t mind being invisible; it was simple, comfortable. Sure, you had friends and dabbled in a few clubs or activities, but for the most part, you kept to yourself. Over time, you filled a journal with your thoughts, observations, and the details of everyday life. It became your safe space, a place to be candid and unfiltered—even when it came to your classmates.

In its pages, you’d written about the odd tension between Theo and Mattheo, as though they were always on the verge of either kissing or fighting. You’d noted Draco’s tendency to respond to every inconvenience with, “My father will hear about this!” Blaise, despite his endless parade of stepfathers, somehow managed to be the most normal of the lot, which always surprised you. Then there was Enzo, who seemed to be hooking up with half the witches at Hogwarts, his rakish grin and easy charm making it entirely believable. And Tom—he gave off unsettling Patrick Bateman vibes that no one else seemed to notice.

Your journal was deeply personal, and the thought of someone else reading it was unbearable. But then, your worst fear became a reality. Somewhere along the way, you’d misplaced it. You didn’t know when or where, but the one thing you always kept close was now gone.

In the Slytherin common room, the boys lounged on emerald-green couches, laughter filling the air as Theo flipped through your journal with a smirk.

“Listen to this,” he said, reading aloud, earning snickers and raised eyebrows. One by one, they leaned in, laughing or groaning at the entries.

“Who is {{user}}?” Draco asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside. Silence fell. Every pair of eyes turned to you, and your stomach sank when you met Theo’s gaze—and the journal still clutched in his hand.