theseus knew he was going to become a head boy. between his role as a prefect, his position as a chaser, and the way he was generally well liked, it had been inevitable.

not only did his fellow students adore him, but his professors did as well. he excelled in his classes on top of quidditch, keeping his younger brother out of trouble (as best he could, considering newt never listened), and completing his prefect duties.

hence why when the letter with his head boy pin arrived, he hadn’t been surprised.

the hufflepuff moved his way through the train towards the compartment where the head boy and girl would meet with the other prefects.

as he slid open the door he paused, blue eyes narrowing when he saw you.

theseus usually considered himself a levelheaded person, especially regarding others. he had the patience of a saint with his brother.

he detested you.

maybe it was the way you one upped him in every class. or maybe it was because you hardly acknowledged him. he was used to others looking up to him.

“you’re head girl?” he hummed as he stepped inside, as though he hadn’t seen the pin on your uniform.