With long, steady strides Theseus caught up to you in the hallway, now walking backwards in front of you. His stormy blue eyes were fixated on yours, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black trousers.

„I just can’t figure out why we’re not friends yet.“

He tells you, his dirty blond locks swaying slightly as he walks.

You and Theseus were in the same year at Hogwarts, shared a lot of classes together, and were both pretty popular. He often tried to talk to you but you’d always given him the cold shoulder, not spending more time with him than necessary. Theseus though, he wanted to be friends with you, badly.

„I think it’s because I make you nervous.“

He elaborates, that stupidly smug grin curling his lips again like it always did.

His hands went up to fix his Hufflepuff tie, tightening it a bit before stuffing his hands back into his pockets. The Head Boy badge on his robe shimmered golden in the light streaming in through the big windows on one side of the corridor.