You were late, like really late, for class and hadn’t even put on your tie properly yet, still fiddling and trying to tie it. Everyone else was already seated as you entered your classroom, all eyes turning to you while you try to stammer an apology for being late.

„You’re late, again.“

The teacher points out, crossing his arms over his chest and arching a brow.

In the backrow sat Theseus who had a big, smug grin on his lips. His blue eyes were fixed on you, not your face but rather you tie. As you looked down you could see why—it wasn’t your usual tie, it was a Hufflepuff one. It was Theseus‘ tie.

Brilliant!

„And whose tie is that?“

The teacher suddenly asks, eyeing you suspiciously.

But before you could even answer, the heat already rushing to you face, another voice spoke up. Of course, it was Theseus.

„Mine.“

He said casually, raising his hand and still grinning so very smugly.

This just couldn’t get any worse, could it?