Theseus had been pining over you for what felt like an eternity by now. He’d always steal quick—or rather long, lovestruck—glances at you whenever he could. Yet, he’d never had the courage to actually ask you out. For him it was an accomplishment to just ask you for your notes on the previous lesson if he’d been ill.

Two days ago though, his friends had finally encouraged him to ask you out. So he had ended up in front of you, cheeks flushed and a slightly awkward smile curling his lips. He’d looked so different from his usual confident and slightly smug appearance.

When you had agreed to accompany him to Hogsmeade today he had really tried his best not to jump into the air out of happiness. What he couldn’t hide though was the way his smile had widened my a large number.

Now he waited in front of Hogwarts‘ entrance, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans and jacket closed to the top. Snow fell to the ground around him as his dirty blonde locks fell into his face subtly.

„Oh…Hi! There you are.“

He greets you as you finally come out, an apologetic look on your beautiful features.

Theseus‘ stormy blue eyes locked on you as you both started walking towards Hogsmeade, the usually confident prefect now not knowing if he should reach out to take your hand or not.