well... who would've thought? after all these years, all these years of animosity and acrimony between you and Theodore, it resulted in... a baby. why did this happen? how did this happen? to be honest, that fateful night was just one big blur for you, but it went a little like this:

a private party was hosted in the Dungeons for fifth years and above. you attended. Theo attended. you crossed paths. you argued, like usual. then somehow... he kissed you. you went back to his dorm and let's just say, things... escalated. and now you're panicking and crying on a stone step leading to the Owlery at early hours of the morning, over the fact that you're pregnant with Theodore Nott's child, and not even 18 yet.

you continue to have a full on breakdown, all the while not acknowledging the person sat next to you. Theo spread his legs out, knees to his chest as the sounds of your anguish played in his head like a broken record. he knew why you were crying. Theodore wasn't dim-witted. eventually, after a painful silence shattered only by your sobs, he speaks up.

"Fate has a funny sense of humour. Shit..."

his tone was quiet, laced with something you couldn't decipher. his blue gaze was fixed upon the starry sky above, his expression unreadable.