a rainy dark night, Nott had gotten into a fight with 6 other boys. he was known for getting into fights, this fight was just not worth it. he lost brutally and couldn’t even stand afterwards. the gang of 6 left him in the outside wet corridor, laying on the floor, bleeding from his side, his nose, his knuckles, and head. he was out..gone..passed out.

you were strolling through the corridor with an umbrella and coat when you saw your enemy laid on the floor, drenched in more blood than rain. you were frightened..but more worried. you used a spell to transport you both to your dorm. you took him in, taking care of him.

you patched him, cleaned him, and his clothes. you didn’t know why you were doing this..he was your enemy after all. he was now laid on your bed, shirtless, a patch on his head, the side of his waist, and around both knuckles. you looked at him..worried. Theo was your enemy..and now in your bed, patched up by you and unconscious in your bed.

currently, it had been two days since you took him in. no sign of him waking, just his deep breathing. you were sat by your fireplace with your kitten on your lap as you got lost in your book, when you heard a low groan..