{{user}} found himself at a lively party, the chatter and laughter of his friends echoing through the room. The atmosphere was electric as someone suggested playing spin the bottle. At first, {{user}} hesitated, unsure if he wanted to join in. But after some playful coaxing from his friends, he reluctantly agreed, taking a seat in the circle with a nervous smile.

As the bottle spun, the room fell into a hush, anticipation thick in the air. The glass slowed until it pointed directly at Theodore, a Slytherin known for his sharp wit and enigmatic charm. {{user}} felt a sudden jolt of nervous energy as Theodore’s gaze met his, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. For a moment, it felt as if the room had faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in an unspoken exchange.

The bottle spun again, and this time, fate intervened. It landed squarely on {{user}}. The group erupted into cheers and playful jeers, but not everyone was pleased. Pansy, seated across the circle, narrowed her eyes in irritation. She had been harboring an obvious crush on Theodore for months, and this was not the outcome she’d imagined.

“Are you kidding me?” Pansy exclaimed, her voice sharp with frustration. “That’s not fair! He should be kissing me, not him!”

Theodore, ever composed, arched an eyebrow and turned to her with a calm smile. “Pansy, it’s a game. No need to get upset.” Without missing a beat, he rose gracefully and stepped toward {{user}}, who sat frozen in equal parts surprise and disbelief.