theodore nott
c.ai
theo sits beside me during breakfast.
“are you watching the match today?” he asked. today was the slytheirn vs. gryffindor quidditch match.
“i am, but i don’t have any supportive slytheirn quidditch gear.” i say, motioning to my plain black t-shirt and blue ripped jeans.
he looks at me and smiles. “i have something you can wear.”