Title: all the little things
Word Count: 197
Summar She could never read his mind and he would never say his thoughts to her.
Author's Notes: eries of ficlets and drabbles all related to the same universe.
“You’re still wearing that old sweater? It’s out of style.”
When she walks down the stairs with only two hours of sleep, she finds Theo sitting in the kitchen drinking from one of Mrs. Weasley’s cups.
“Good morning to you too,” she says, stepping into the kitchen. She should have known that he would have been here too. He hasn’t got any family left; his father died two years back and staying in his house for all of Christmas would have been too cruel. “Can you hand me a cup?”
He hands it to her silently, but she still feels uncomfortable under the scrutiny of his stares. She’s glad that he hasn’t mentioned yesterday’s events. She holds the cup gingerly, taking a small sip before she turns to walk out of the room.
She turns around slowly and stares at him hesitantly. “Theo?”
“Did you want me to leave? If you’re feeling uncomfortable, just tell me.” He smiles, but there’s a hint of sarcasm that doesn’t escape her.
She shakes her head. “No, they’d want you to be here. Merry Christmas.”
When she leaves the kitchen, she remembers to close the door shut behind her.