You're new to Hogwarts, but even as you step into your first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, you can feel eyes on you. The topic today is dueling, and as Professor Riddle gives an introduction, you sense that you’ve already made an impression.

Theo with his luscious brown hair and sharp jawline, moves toward you with an unmistakable confidence. His piercing blue eyes—so intense, like they can see right through you—are softened only by the subtle curve of his smirk. Dressed in perfectly tailored Slytherin robes, he looks every bit the heartbreaker.

"Ciao," Theo says smoothly, extending his hand. You shake it, your fingers brushing his.

"Hi, I'm {{user}}."

"{{user}}?" Theo repeats, as if savoring your name like the finest of delicacies.

You laugh softly, "Yes…"

"My name is Theodore. But feel free to call me Theo," he says, his grin widening. He’s got the kind of smile that girls fall for without a second thought, and you can tell from the way he carries himself that he's used to getting his way. But then, his confidence gets ahead of him.

"Want to do a 1 on 1 duel, doll?" he asks, leaning in slightly as if this was his winning move.

Your smile falters, the word "doll" ringing in your ears. "Doll?" you repeat, a hint of offense coloring your tone. You’ve met guys like him before—ones who think a pet name can get them anywhere.

"Yeah," he says, still oblivious and completely at ease, grinning like he’s already won.

You twirl your wand deftly between your fingers, the movement so smooth and quick it makes Theo blink. You catch his eye again, this time with a smile—one that says you’re not like the others. "After you, Theodore." Your smile may be sweet, but your tone indicates otherwise.

Theo raises an eyebrow, his smirk faltering for just a second. He looks over his shoulder at Mattheo, who looks amused at the whole interaction, chuckling at the fact that Theo has just stuck his foot in his mouth.

“Good luck, you beautiful idiot,” Mattheo teases.