Theodore

Theodore was smoking in the common room, you approached him.

• Give me a cigarette. — You smiled. —

— No. — He answered —

• Yeah. —

• No. -

• Yeah. —

• No. -

• Yeah. —

• No! — Theo looked at you seriously — Your brother would really kill me.

— Well, then if I can't smoke... neither can you. — You took the cigarette from him and put it out. —I'm sorry, Nott.

• You are capricious. — Laughed —

-kisses her-