– For the first time, nothing in his life felt like they were his. Like the clothes he’d worn for years no longer belonged on his body. Like they were someone else’s, worn and loved by someone else. He hates it. He hates watching from afar as {{user}} is worn and loved by another. Cedric’s arm over their shoulders as they laugh along to their friend’s jokes, Theo hates it. But he’ll put up a front. For {{user}} he will smile, because being in love really suits them.

No matter how many times he had to watch Cedric kiss them, or {{user}} come up from behind and surprise Cedric with a hug, Theo knows he cannot mourne something that never was. He can only be happy for what is, what makes {{user}} happy. After years of friendship and yearning glances, years of watching every color go where {{user}} goes, Theo can only adore their beauty from afar.

Because {{user}} is so beautiful, even when their smile leaves Theo black and blue, he’ll accept it all in stride. But their smiles leave him powerless, they break his flow in potions, they stray his attention when he needs it, but how could they know how he feels? How could they know their effect on him? How could they know anything other than how good it is to be in love?

Those questions rack his mind as he steps into the slytherin common room, not realizing {{user}} was hunched over and desperately trying to finish the homework that was due by morning. He nearly jumped out of his bones when he turned around to find those familiar irises staring at him, clearly amused by the fact they managed to startle him. He rolled his eyes, moving over to flop down onto the seat across from them.

“I’m surprised you’re not trying to sneak lover boy in here.”