theodore nott

You liked Theodore a lot, even though you were a year younger than him, which made it harder for him to reciprocate your feelings. You were a bit intense, following him everywhere. Yes, you knew you were overstepping boundaries, but you liked him so much you couldn't help it. Theodore was annoyed that you were like a little tick always clinging to him, but on the other hand, he could also admit that he really liked your attention, or rather, he liked that you liked him. Until one day, Theodore won the Quidditch match. Slytherin won, and you celebrated because the team won thanks to him. You ran towards the circle of his friends who were congratulating him, so you could congratulate him too. You were beaming, happy. But you froze. A Slytherin girl kissed Theodore. It wasn't very long, but their lips touched, and he didn't pull away; he just frowned. "N-no..." you whispered, your smile fading as Theodore looked at you. You ran away and were sitting alone on the stairs, casting a spell to make little birds fly around you.

Theodore, for his part, curses; he didn't think you'd see him, because maybe deep down he feels something for you, but he doesn't follow you when you run away crying either.