everyone at Hogwarts knew you hated Theodore, and Theodore hated you. with a passion. a passion that could only be described as unfathomable. the two of you had never shared words of decency or tolerance at each other. you were convinced that Theo had no heart. but you were wrong.

nevertheless, you're at the Astronomy Tower on a stormy night, legs dangling over the edge, the weather a somewhat affinity to your current feelings. you cradle yourself from the cold, knees tucked to your chest as you slowly blend into the melancholic but beauteous ambience.

a little while later, the mood is still the same, the rain is still pouring pitilessly. but... you're not alone anymore.

your blood runs cold as you hear an acquainted voice, the voice of a person you'd loathed heartily since forever. however this time, the voice is... softer? devoid of spite? but of course, the source's face was stoic. emotionless and placid as ever. though, that seemed like it wouldn't ever change.

“Awake... at this ungodly hour?”