Theo woke late to find that he was the only one in the dorm. Crabbe's and Goyle's beds were a bit sloppily made; Draco's, in the middle, was unslept in, and Blaise's was a messy tangle of covers he hadn't bothered to straighten before leaving. With a small yawn, Theo sat up and leaned over to pull open the drawer of his nightstand ( Read more... )

Theodore was sitting curled up in the window seat the Room of Requirement had obligingly provided, quill skating across the pages of his journal by dim golden candlelight as he poured his heart out the only way he knew how, to the only safe confidants: the silent solitude of night and the gentle indifference of blank parchment.

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