theodore nott. it was a well-known name around hogwarts, especially for the ladies. you were only a 4th year when he graduated but you had always found yourself secretly hating that kid. all of your friends used to swoon over him like he was some greek god. like, yeah, he’s good-looking and charming, but that doesn’t make him goddamn hercules. and when his class graduated, you had honestly forgotten about him. that was until the beginning of your 7th year when a new defense against the dark arts professor came in yet again, the one and only, theodore nott.

it’s mid october now and it’s like you’re getting flashbacks to 4th year all over again. everybody’s talking about the ‘sexy’ and ‘hot’ young teacher, professor nott. you want to smash your head into a wall. and i think the professor knows that too. he’s been trying extra hard with you, you’re the only one in his class that isn’t completely engaged in learning.

“cmon, miss. {{user}}, just give the spell a go. it’ll be fun.” professor nott flashes you his charming smile. you’re currently in the middle of the ‘ridikulus’ lecture and everybody else in class has participated but you.