❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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"IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY." COLIN'S soft assurance punctuated the hand on her back, as Ophelia sobbed into his shoulder, in the deserted fifth floor corridor next to the tapestry of one of the secret passages Ophelia used to get to her classes faster.
He had moved her into the corridor because it was the nearest spot that was quiet and deserted, away from the prying eyes of the Hogwarts gossipers.
Ophelia was a mess.
The first week of school wasn't even over and she was already here, breaking down under the sheer weight of it all, of having so much to bear on her shoulders and mind.
Her face was pressed against Colin's chest, sandalwood and the faint smell of camera film breaking into her senses. The wool of his thin sweater vest was scratching against her skin, yet she drew comfort in the worn out fabric, like it meant everything to her.
She shifted her head slightly, licking her dry, cracked lips, and she tasted something warm, wet and salty. She hated crying. her father had always told her it was a sign of weakness.
She tried not to cry in public, but whenever she was alone, she would allow the tears to fall.
Because despite it all, after everything, behind closed doors, Ophelia was weak.
It didn't matter that the whole world saw her as strong and indifferent.
Those who mattered saw her like this.
Weak.
The realization made her sob harder, her body shaking and trembling as Colin tried everything he could to comfort her.
But it was pointless. He didn't know what she needed.
Not anymore.
Once upon a time, he did.
But not anymore.
He gave her the only thing he could offer— his presence.
And for Ophelia, that was more than enough.
One would wonder about the what ifs.
About what could have been.
But at that moment, when his arms were wrapped around her, Ophelia knew all along that even if she and Colin would have tried to make it work, that little spark of infatuation would have disappeared after a few months.
And she wondered how she could have ever seen Colin like that, like he was the one for her, when she had known all along, deep down, that her name was written in the stars beside Theo's.
