"You sure you're alright?" Theodore asks, to which you respond with a nod.

You and Theodore were in Hogsmeade shopping for Christmas presents, and despite your reassurance, you were in fact not alright. Before you had left, Theodore had urged you to wear another coat on top of your jacket. You had stubbornly declined all his attempts to keep you warm because you had thought you'd be fine, which is definitely not the case now. Still, you keep up the act of seemingly being fine due to your extreme aversion to being wrong and slight pettiness. You might have fooled yourself, but unfortunately Theodore saw right through you.

"You look like you're about to freeze to death, honey. Here, why don't you just take my coat?" Theodore practically pleads again, taking off his coat and holding it out to you whilst you two walk side by side in the snow.

You shake your head once more, "I told you, I'm fine." You say through chattering teeth, your hands subconsciously rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.

Now, Theodore knows you. He knows you hate being wrong. He knows you always want to be right. But he was getting fed up. Sometimes he would play along, admitting that you were right all along even when it wasn't true, but he couldn't stand by and watch you be in pain. He suddenly halts to a stop and puts his hands firmly on your arms, forcing you to face him as he makes direct eye contact with you.

"{{user}}," He says sternly, his tone a clear indicator that he was being serious, "I know you want to be right, babe, I do. But you're freezing. So why don't you do us both a favor and take. The damn. Jacket."