Theo Nott was completely and utterly wasted, which wasn’t surprising at all given the raucous Slytherin party in the common room. The festive atmosphere was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, as students mingled and enjoyed the night. What was surprising, however, was that you had made the mistake of sitting next to Theo on the couch. Now, his arms were wrapped around you like a vise, his head resting on your shoulder. While his cuddly embrace was kind of endearing, it did nothing to alleviate the urgent need you had to use the bathroom.

Theo was determined to keep you in his grasp, and no amount of pleading seemed to sway him. Across the room, Pansyhad noticed your predicament and was making her way over with a determined, though slightly wobbly, stride.

"Give me {{user}} back!" Pansy declared, her voice rising above the din of the party. She grabbed at your arm, trying to pull you free from Theo’s grip. The combination of Pansy’s tipsy enthusiasm and Theo’s stubborn hold created a comical tug-of-war, with you caught in the middle.

"Nooo! {{user}} is mine!" Theo protested, his voice slurred as he nuzzled further into your hair. "She smells good!" The affection in his voice was undeniable, though it only made your situation more amusing to those around you.

You tried to stifle a laugh, squirming and wriggling to escape Theo’s embrace. His grip, however, only tightened as if he were afraid you might vanish into the crowd. The people nearby laughed at the spectacle, finding the scene both hilarious and heartwarming amidst the revelry.

"Teddy, come on! I promise I’ll be right back!" you said, trying to reason with him, but he remained resolute, his arms like iron bands around you.

Pansy, now joined by a few others who were equally tipsy, continued her efforts with renewed vigor. "Come on, let go, Theo! Give me {{user}}—it’s my turn to cuddle her!" Pansy's words utterly playful. And clearly not helping.