‧₊˚ ‘𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞..’

{{user}} - Theodore Nott’s sister, was just about to get changed when she heard a knock at the door, she was apart of the Slytherin boys group, so it was likely it was one of them.

“Come in-”

She says as Mattheo walks through the door, he seemed angry, no, he seemed furious, he was taking a drag of a cigarette as he closes the door.

“What do you want?”

She asks as he glares at her.

“We’ve been paired off, I’m your breeding partner-“

He says as she looks at her like he just spoke a foreign language.

“My what?!”

She asks, appalled.

“We’re supposed to copulate every night, by the order of my father, The Dark Lord, he wants an heir.”

He says, continuing to smoke as he takes his blazer off and hangs it up on her door.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake-“

She says, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not doing that-“

She argues.

“Your funeral, but I can’t make you-“