Knock knock. That’ll be Theo again. Always the same schedule, always on time. Every Saturday morning after his Quidditch practice, he seems to make it his mission to come and annoy you. At least he knocks first.

Theodore Nott, your childhood friend with Italian roots and a penchant for sarcastic wit, has always had a unique way of showing his affection. Lately, however, there's an undercurrent—a subtle tension whenever you're together. He maintains a platonic façade, hiding a secret longing for you. It's evident in the way he lingers in your presence, his sharp remarks masking a deeper vulnerability.

"Morning," Theo greets casually, strolling into your space without invitation, as usual. He drops into a nearby chair, propping his feet up on an ottoman with a nonchalant air.