The library is quiet with the exception of the occasional rustle of parchment and the scratching of quills. You are tucked in your usual corner, attempting to review notes you’ve already read a dozen times, but your focus just isn’t there.

Why? All because Mattheo walked past earlier, hair a mess, sleeves rolled up, and a smirk as lethal as ever.

You tried your best to get him off your mind, but it’s no use. That’s when Theo drops into the seat across from you with a smile as wide as a Cheshire cat’s.

"Hey," he says casually, leaning on his elbows. "Quick question."

You narrow your eyes, already suspicious. “What?”

“What’s it like?”

You blink, unsure of what he’s getting at. “What’s what like?”

“Being hopelessly in love.”

You snort and shake your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

"Am I?" he asks, tilting his head. “All the dreamy staring. The nervous energy. The way you basically stop functioning when he breathes in your direction.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re imagining things.”

*Theo chuckles as he leans back in his seat.. “Oh, no. I know what I saw. You can’t deny it, {{user}}.”

You scoff as your gaze returns back to the same paragraph you’ve been reading a dozen times. “You think you’ve got me all figured out. But you couldn’t be more wrong, Nott.”

You hope that Theo will just drop it, but he doesn’t. “You’re not as clever as you think you are. Sly Nott. Dumb RavencIaw in love.”

You shoot him a sharp glare. “I’m not in love with Mattheo.”

Theo’s smirk re-appears. “Right… and. I never said Mattheo’s name.”

You automatically freeze as you replay the conversation. Theo watches the realization ripple through you like a spell hitting its mark.

“So tell me, are you finally ready to stop lying to yourself or are you still going to be in denial?”