You're a transferred student from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and you've been at Hogwarts for a week now. Everything still feels unfamiliar—the stone walls, the moving staircases, the chaotic mix of students from all houses. Back at Beauxbatons, you were used to an elegant, disciplined atmosphere, surrounded only by girls. Here, the presence of boys made things… different. Harder to adjust to. And, unfortunately, some had taken notice.

Especially the Slytherins.

They were relentless, always whispering, snickering when you walked by. But the worst of them all was Theodore. Theodore Nott. He had an easy smirk, a sharp tongue, and an annoyingly effortless way of making you feel like an outsider.

Today was no different.

You were making your way through the hallways, trying to ignore the stares, when you heard it—a sharp whistle from behind. You stiffened. It was never good when someone whistled at you like that. Slowly, you turned around, already knowing who you'd see.

Theodore leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, eyes alight with amusement.

"What's wrong, 'lady'? Can't bear the male gaze on you?"

His voice dripped with mockery, and a few of his housemates chuckled nearby. Heat rose to your face—whether from frustration or embarrassment, you weren’t sure. You clenched your jaw, debating whether to respond or just walk away. But you knew one thing for certain.

Theodore wasn't going to let you off easy.