Theodore had made the ‘mistake’ of asking your about one of the books you read, it was one of your hyper fixations.

He was sat in the common room with you, as you continuously spoke about the book, he look at you longingly enjoying the sound of your excited voice.

Around 10 minutes into your rant you stopped mid sentence realising you may be annoying him, you were about to apologise for your over explaining.

“Why’d you stop” he asks furrowing his brows at you, continuing a second later.

“I think it’s so cool your passionate” he adds on, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear, wanting you to continue.