You and Theodore never gotten along. So it wasn't a surprise when your rivalry landed you both in detention. Organizing potions.

He gave you a look of disdain, and harshly asked why were you staring at him. You rolled you eyes, and told him that he had dust all over his hair.

You reached up to dust it off, but he was at least a good foot taller than you. You stumbled a bit, but he held your waist to keep you balanced. Your faces were inches apart.

"I hate how fucking hot you are..."