Studying in the library has always brought you a sense of peace. That is, until Theodore Nott sits down next to you.

He’s been chasing after you for weeks, your constant rejections to his advances doing nothing to deter him. You couldn’t help but wonder when and where his infatuation came from.

“I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you,” he says softly.

“You’re dumb,” you mutter.

He looks down, contemplating. Eventually, he shrugs. “I could be that.”