you were at a big gathering, only pure bloods allowed, proud and well-known families at certain tables. everyone was wearing fancy attire, silk dresses and tuxes.

the bad thing about the pureblood families were that theodore nott, your enemy, was here, along with his family. but he stayed quiet most of the time, which was odd. he also seemed to be being scolded by his dad, a lot. for even at the littlest things, like slouching.

but when you saw his dad standing alone, you went to confront him. you knew he had done stuff in the past, way worse than this.

”you’re a terrible father, did you know that?” you said to him, crossing your arms over your long cream silk dress.

”preach it to me, set me straight.” he replied with a cocky expression, he didn’t seem to care.

”do you have any idea how special your son is?” you didn’t care that he was your enemy, he didn’t deserve this. and little did you know, theodore had heard everything. standing by a the teacake stand.