Theodore Nott

You and Theo are best friends. He had a match today, and he invited you to watch him play. Unfortunately, they lost, and Theo stormed off the Quidditch pitch in a rage.

Just as Theo was leaving the field, you wanted to talk to him and tell him he played well. You followed him and stopped him by grabbing his arm. He turned around, somewhat irritated.

— What do you want? — He said angrily, he was somewhat red, sweaty and his hands had veins standing out from how irritated he was, he looked so attractive.