it was no understatement to say theo was outstanding at potions. in the year-and-a-half that you’ve dated him, he’s always been helping you out and tutoring you outside of class, since slughorn really was a shit show of a teacher - your words. and if he wasn’t such a macho macho, brooding type, he’d for sure be a know it, goody two shoes in class. even though he does act like that, only around you though.

slughorn had been talking about his ‘exclusive’ potions club; the slug-club. of course, you were not qualified, nor did you hold any interest in doing that. making potions not for a grade? sounds like hell. but theo, however, was instantly intrigued. potions? superiority? something to brag about? theo’s name was written all over it. and today the invitations to the first dinner were sent out. theo did not get one.

“what the fuck??? this man is a goddamn idiot. i bet it’s because of my fucking family…” he says as he paces his room. you were watching from theo’s bed.