Colors
Theodore grew up knowing colors didn't belong on him or his clothes, and he detested them back. Slytherins didn't need colors.
Out of the mental list of topics that he hated, he believed that colors belonged to his top twenty. He would look at a rainbow that spanned over the azure sky, or the luminescent stars twinkling in the obsidian night and wished to abolish them, wanting to stop the happiness and joy it brought to his fellow peers.
But… he couldn't strip himself of attaching several connotations to those abominations of pigment…
One morning, at the foot of the stairway that lead to the Great Hall, his eyes came to rest upon not just an array of colors, but a visible masterpiece.
Luna Lovegood wasn't just a piece of art.
She was the definition of perfection.
Her scraggly blonde hair was flapping behind her as she did a light jog down the stairs, possibly weaving more knots into her already tangled hair. Uniquely chosen for a fine summer day, an intricate pattern of lavender, magenta and periwinkle flowers adorned the dress she wore under her robes. For one moment, their eyes met and her often hazy cerulean eyes were crystal clear as if a glass that could be seen through. Her gaze nearly melted his frozen Slytherin heart.
In that one moment when he looked at Luna, he saw every variation of hues there was known to mankind. He saw the purples, the reds, the yellows, the blues, the oranges, and the greens. He didn't see a visual blight on society.
He only saw the beauty of the colors that she had wanted him to see.