italy summers.

You and Theodore had been friends long before Hogwarts, brought together by the close bond between your families. From your earliest memories, he had always been there—sharing secrets in the garden, sneaking extra desserts at family dinners, and laughing until your sides hurt. As the years passed, your friendship only grew stronger.

When summer break arrived, and Theodore asked if you’d come stay at his family’s home in Italy, you just couldn’t say no. The thought of warm sun, lazy mornings, and being in Italy. His family had always greeted you with genuine affection, showering you with warmth the moment you stepped off the train.

The house itself was breathtaking—nestled among rolling hills, draped in ivy and sunshine. Your guest room had a view of the garden, and it was conveniently right next to Theodore’s, just like it always used to be during childhood holidays. Mornings were spent wandering through the vineyards or rooting bed, and afternoons often drifted by as you lounged beneath the olive trees, swapping stories and reminiscing about Hogwarts.

Now, as the sun began to set, casting golden light across the balcony, the two of you sat side by side in comfortable quietness. The gardens below were bathed in a soft amber glow, and in the distance, you could just make out the twinkling lights of the small nearby town starting to come alive. The air was warm and carried the scent of blooming jasmine and distant woodsmoke. It was peaceful in a way that made time feel like it had paused, just for the two of you.