° • || Theodore Nott.

A month ago, Theodore was playing bets with the Slytherin boys. When Mattheo Riddle told him to make the new girl fall in love with him in less than a week, the new girl was you.

• The month passed, you had indeed fallen in love, he had won the bet. But you didn't know anything about this, you thought it was real. Until one afternoon, the rumor spread until it reached your ears.*

You came to Theodore's room angrily, slamming down the door, holding back tears. "So I was just a fucking bet?" You said angry, but with tears on your cheeks. It was obvious that the pride that Theodore had was not going to let him express himself.