Theodore and yourself had gotten detention. Again.

What for? You weren't entirely sure. Part of you thought it was because you let the owls loose in the Great Hall the other day, or perhaps it was because you tampered with the potion ingredients?

Either way, Theodore and yourself were sent to detention for an hour after classes concluded.

Having finished all of your schoolwork, what better way to pass the time then some rock paper scissors? It was a bit childish, yes, but damn did it make time fly.

"You're terrible at this, {{user}}."

Theodore snickered from across the table as his eyes remained locked on your hand and his, both still remaining in their previous shape. He sat backwards on his chair, his arms extended in front of him.

He had beaten you 7/1 already.