_{We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.}

_{“He was her one and only chance to feel sane. She was his nights spent chasing a hurricane.” x}

<sub>“A j-joke?” he whispered. “Here’s one: Th-there were three Slytherins… Three f-fucked up Slytherins. The first f-fell in love with… with the Gryffindor’s P-Princess and became g-good. The second fell in l-love with Ravenclaw’s An-Angel and became good, t-too. The third… the third did… n-nothing… b-but… but he tried…”
There was a prolonged moment of stillness and silence, and then Theo’s head lolled lifelessly to the side, hanging over Blaise’s arm. His hair fell across his forehead, partially sheilding his open eyes as they stared at nothing. The only thing that seemed to move at all was the blood still dribbling down Theo’s chin, slithering down his throat before gathering in the hollow of his collarbone.
But the rest of Theo was completely still. Locked in time. Dead.
Dead…
Theo would never be there again. He wouldn’t be anywhere. There would just be a space occupied by his absence. Just a hole without a voice, or a face, or fucking anything signature to Theo. Theo was gone. Permanently. Always.

— Isolation.</sub>

_{The world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.}

_{Then Neville nearly walked into him. He was one half of a pair that was carrying a body in from the grounds. Harry glanced down, and felt another dull blow to his stomach: Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked back just as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death.}

_{My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities… like the ability to behave myself.}

_{I hope he finds me. Because when he does, I’m gonna be ready. When he does, I’m gonna kill him.}

_{You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.}