theodore has always sorta been a side character in your life. like yeah, he’s in your year, but he’s nobody of vast importance. he’s always kinda just lurking on the sidelines.

today, you’re sitting in class and some guy bumps into your desk as you write, causing your hand to jut out and your quill to mark a big squiggle on your parchment.

“ah, damnit.” you say under your breath, looking at your paper and fully prepared to give whoever it is a massive stink eye for being such a clumsy idiot. when you look up, you see theodore. “you mind grabbing me a new sheet since you ruined mine?”

theodore meets your gaze and for a few seconds, it looks like he’s just rebooting or something. he eventually starts to smirk a little and furrows his brows ever so slightly.

“not my fault you drew all over your paper. this isn’t an art class, y’know. it’s potions.”