Sitting by the side of the lake and watching Dirk swimming as the sun set over the Hogwarts grounds would have been thirteen year old Theo’s dream, not that he would ever admit it to anyone. Despite the potential for... distraction, seventeen year old Theo was trying to focus on the canvas before him. His friendship with his dorm mate was unconventional to say the least. Dirk was strong and athletic, enjoying Quidditch more than class and revelling in physical activity. He himself was small and relatively weak, he would much rather curl up with a book or find a landscape worthy of painting. But despite everything, their relationship had flourished. They found creative ways to spend time together and he wasn’t sure he had anybody who knew him as well as Dirk did. Having a strictly platonic friend, somebody who not only knew of his sexuality but shared in it, was freeing and comforting and he never passed up the boy’s company. He carefully applied some deep blue paint to his canvas, following a curved line so that it could mix with the deep green that he had layered below it, only looking away from his work when he heard the distinctive sound of Dirk breaking the surface of the water he was painting. “How long were you down there?” He called curiously, leaning to the side so that he could look at his friend. “I think I counted sixty seconds... I’m not sure I could even hold my breath for ten.”  @dirk-crxsswxll