theodore nott, widely regarded as one of the most effortlessly handsome students at hogwarts, possessed a quiet sort of charm that set him apart. it wasn’t just his sharp features or the cool, detached aura he carried—it was the calm patience he exuded, a rare quality that only deepened his allure. most of the time, at least. presently, however, that patience was wearing thin.

the two of you were supposed to be engaged in yet another study session, an attempt at mastering a particularly intricate potion. but today, your attention refused to cooperate, the restless hum of your adhd leaving you utterly incapable of focus. no matter how earnestly theodore explained each step, the instructions may as well have been drifting in one ear and out the other. instead of listening, you fidgeted incessantly, hands twitching, legs bouncing, your grumbles filling the quiet air between you.

“{{user}},” he said finally, his tone low and edged with fraying restraint, his sharp eyes lifting from the textbook to meet yours. “bella, you've got to sit still.”

there was no real bite in his voice, but there was certainly enough exasperation to make you pause—however briefly—before the restless energy inevitably took hold of you again.