End of Sallow

Dreamin' about the things that we could be

She wasn't at breakfast, and that worried him.

After he'd returned her to her room the night before, he'd made it back to his bed and passed out to the thoughts of her. He'd woken up to the thoughts of her as well – mostly because Levi had found him in his own bed and began to panic about Charlie's whereabouts before Theo could tell him.

There had been minimal accusations.

But after a shower and a quick look around the castle, he still hadn't found her. It was possible she was still holed up in her little room, but he hoped that wasn't the case. He doubted the room would provide him entry.

He sat in the great hall, pondering while eating some oatmeal when the Gryffindor table got a bit too loud. He glanced over and saw John Wilson, laughing and being obnoxiously loud with a mate of his along with a few Gryffindors, Weasley and Prewitt included.

He watched as John Wilson acted like he didn't almost fucking die the night before. Theo still contemplated luring him out in the forest. Make it look accidental, like he was part of the dark wizards... He shook his head and sighed. He wasn't normally like this. He didn't enjoy killing. So why was he contemplating it now?

His mind immediately went to Charlie, and how she'd allowed him to touch her face. He wanted to see her again. Just to check on her... Make sure that she was okay. That's all. Or so he kept telling himself.

His attention was brought back to the present when he noticed the other new student had stood from the Gryffindor table and sauntered out of the great hall. Before Theo even had time to think, he was up and following him, hands shoved in his pockets.

Maybe he could get more answers out of him? Merlin knew Wilson would probably not share anything after last nights events. He wondered if his mate even knew what happened.

What was his name again? Marston? Morgan... Marsh.. Marshall. Right.

He followed him all the way out into the front courtyard and then he seemed to see someone and veer off of path, making a beeline for..

Charlie.

Theo grit his teeth and followed.

Charlie was sitting in the shade of a tree, reading a book. And though she was reading, her body wasn't relaxed. Tense and her movements were almost robotic. She was still on edge. And it made him want to beat the fuck out of Wilson all over again.

As the yank approached her, Theo quickly moved off towards the side, more behind Charlie so that she wouldn't notice him watching.

"Accio." Theo heard the American say and Charlie's book flew out of her hands and into Marshall's, where he waved it tauntingly. And now Theo had a whole new target in mind. He stood at a safe distance away, crossing his arms over his chest and watching. Charlie could handle herself, he'd seen it many times. And he couldn't wait until she handed this pompous prick's ass to him.

Except she didn't even look angry. Just... defeated.

"Hey there, Charlotte."

Wilson had called her "Charlotte" as well. Was that the name she had taken back in America, instead of Charlie?

"It's Sallow." She said coldly.

Good girl.

The American stepped forward, closer to her. "Imagine our surprise when we found out you actually aren't sleeping around that much here. Very unlike you, sweetheart."

Theo growled. Literally growled. Like a fucking dog. He wanted to rip this prick's throat out with his teeth.

Charlie didn't respond to what he said, instead pointed at her book still in the boy's hand. "Is that all you came here to do? Taunt me about things I already know? Madam Scribner will have your head if you damage that, by the way."