Professor Nott (or to you, Theo), chuckled as you sat in his lap on his computer. He watched as you looked through your classmates, choosing their grades by how much you like them.

“Ohh, look, there’s Makayla,” Theodore teased as he saw you look at her grade book. He knew how much you two always fought, and his joke just made you roll your eyes. You put in her test grade as a sixty, and Theodore laughed even harder.

“Look at you, changing her grade and making her fail,” he snorted, putting his arms around your waist and kissing you softly on the cheek.