Whatever I have to do, I can do it later. You can interrupt me, and tell me your stories.

Study dates— Theodore Nott, regretfully, happens to drag you to such quality time activity. The strict demands of his father, who seemed to never be satisfied with Theodore's accomplishments, excepts nothing but excellence from the Nott family's heir.

Exam seasons are the worst, without any doubt. Theodore becomes almost half robot, studying more than his brain can possibly handle; automatically answer his friends' banter with sarcastic remarks, yet not giving enough attention to anyone else but his books and annotations. And yet, it doesn't come to consideration ignoring you, his girlfriend. Not after being so helplessly in love with you for so long, not after that obvious pining for the witch he can now call his girl.

All the time in the world. For you, I have all the time in the world.

The hours pass, and late night arrives with witches and wizards yawning in exhaustion. Theodore drops his quill instantly, now that he has you standing up next to him. Studying can wait— and so, pushing his chair backwards, Theodore invites you to his lap.

He can study and hold you at the same time. Theodore, for you, becomes a leisured, unoccupied person. Even when he's smoking, even with his friends, even when he's studying to assure his escape from his father's wrath.

"Are you tired, dolcezza?" he asks you, that Italian accent of his sounding softer, like a gentle murmur. "Do you need something? I can get a warm drink for you."