"Busy tonight by any chance?"

An arm drapes itself around your shoulders as you turn your head to spot Theo walking next to you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. He's not even looking at you, his eyes trained on the corridor filled with students ahead, probably getting ready to bolt if he spots Tom anywhere.

You shake your head, eyebrows furrowed, and Theo grins, finally turning to you. "Party. Gryffindor common room. You're coming. No arguments."

Not that you were going to but you shrug. Theo opens his mouth to shoot a smart remark until a voice behind you both interrupts him.

"Nott."

Theo's arm drops from your shoulder in a flash before he turns around to face Tom, who stands behind you both, his book held in his one hand and the other in his pocket, glaring daggers at Theo. Right. They fought yesterday.

Despite having dropped his arm from your shoulders, Theo tries regaining his composure, straightening up to try and be eye-to-eye with Tom to glare back at him. "Look what the cat dragged in." He huffs.

Tom gives no reply.

The other boy scoffs, glancing at you instead. "Later, angel." He mutters out the nickname just loud enough for Tom to hear it, just to spite him, before taking off in the opposite direction.