Theodore was your ride or die, ever since frosh year. Whenever you had a crisis—homework-related, boy-related, or any other kind of drama—Theodore was your go-to guy. So naturally, when you developed a major crush on yet another unattainable dreamboat, you couldn't wait to gush about it to him.

As you chattered on, painting an overly enthusiastic portrait of your new crush, you saw something strange cross Theodore's face. His eyebrows furrowed, his jaw tightened, and his expression turned...annoyed? You stopped short, mid-sentence.

"He's just a lowly half-blood," Theodore said, his voice bitter. "You could do so much better." You stared at him, taken aback. Theodore was always a bit of a snob, thanks to his pure-blood upbringing, but he'd always been supportive of your crushes in the past.