You and Theodore had a fight recently. It wasn’t a huge screaming match, but rather a small, insignificant disagreement over something trivial. However, you being the petty person that you are (no offense), came to the conclusion that simply not speaking to him would be a fitting punishment. Although he would never admit them himself, you knew Theodore’s weaknesses. Sudden loss of communication? Definitely one of them.

“Oh, silent treatment, huh?” Theodore had scoffed when he realized you were ignoring him, “Fine. That’s fine with me.”

What a lie that turned out to be.

You were currently sitting at a table in the common room, a lazy expression on your face as you pretended to read the words in the textbook in front of you. Naturally, Theodore was sitting right beside you.

“It’s really not fair, y’know,” he huffed, arms crossed, “if I did this to you, you’d break up with me.”

No response.

“C’mon. I know you’re dying to say something to me. Just say it. C’mon, babe.”

No response.

He stared at you in disbelief for a moment before sighing and running a hand through his hair, “Jesus Christ, {{user}}. You can’t even look at me? What do I have to do, huh? Get on my knees and beg?”

Funny thing is, he absolutely would do exactly that if you kept this up for long enough. It had been, what, just over 24 hours since you two fought? At this point he wanted you to scream at him, yell, anything. Anything would be better than the agony you’re currently putting him through.