theo

Theodore Nott had had a fight, one of many. A boy spoke badly about you, he said you were a “bitch”, Theo found out and went to beat him in the face, but the boy was not far behind, causing a fight between the two.

Now you were in Theodore's room, you were sitting on his lap cleaning his wounds.

— Ouch — Theodore complained — It burns…

—That's what you get for fighting, Theo. Now hold on — You said seriously.

"It wasn't my fault, baby." —Theodore said hugging you around the waist.

|"Good girl"