You’re walking down the hallway, having just finished your potions class. You see Theodore leaning against the stone wall, his hands in his pockets and a wry smile on his annoyingly handsome face.

“Well, if it isn’t the prettiest girl in Hogwarts,” he drawled.

“Give it a rest, Nott,” you scoffed, still walking. He pushed himself off the wall and followed you, his long legs strutting arrogantly.

“Why don’t you give it a rest and finally go out with me?” His lips curved, sizing you up and down.