You and Theo, despite your ongoing public rivalry, have been finding yourselves drawn to each other in a more romantic way. One afternoon, after a particularly charged encounter, Theo turns to you with a tender gaze and says, "Sei il sole, mentre io sono la tua luna, amore mio."

You look at him skeptically. "You know I have absolutely no idea what that means, right?" you softly chuckle as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It means: you are the sun, while I am your moon, my love," Theo explains with a smile.

You roll your eyes, clearly not impressed. "Charming if it wasn’t directed at me."

Theo grins, knowing full well how difficult you can be. "Now, tesoro, don’t you have anything you want to tell me? Like, 'ti amo tanto, Theodore?'"

You scoff and walk off, "I love you? Not in a hundred years, Nott."

Theo follows closely behind you, a smirk on his face. "You say that, but you did call me charming a moment ago, did you not?"