the day has come. you’re parents have finally found some poor guy to arrange you to marry. great. from what you know now, it’s a pureblood, around your age, that goes to hogwarts. there’s only one person you’re praying that it isn’t; theodore nott.

you’re seated at the dinner table of your family’s manor. your parents are across from you and the seat to your left is empty, leaving space for the ‘suitor’.

and then, 2 sets of footsteps walk into the room. theodore nott, and his father. of course…