#theodrnott

a     comforting     hand      is     placed      upon      his,      drink     abandoned      in      favor      of      devoting       attention       to        the      man       beside       her  .      even    if      lack     of       returned       feelings      were       accepted     long      ago,      she      still       cares      about       him.      probably      always      will.         ❛      i      don’t      think     you     can    consider     your    potential     wasted      when      you’re     in     your     twenties,          ❜        she      teases    quietly,     thumb     brushing     over     his       skin.     the      very     ghost    of     a     smile      forming     on     her      lips,      she     sits     back     in     her      chair.       ❛      you       underestimate     yourself,     theo.     even     if     you    can’t      see      your      potential,       i      can.        ❜  

             "    my    father    think    there    is    another    way    to    scare    people    to  death    .    he    told    me    that    for    the    fear    to    work    ,    you    have    to    make    them    believe    they're    our    friends   .   you   have   to   actually   talk   to   them   and   tell   them   that   you   undersatand   the   things   they   believe  in   .   then   when  they   think   they   can   trust   you   ,   that’s  where   everything  change   .    we    can    make    fun    of    them    or    scare    them    .    at    the    end    ,    we    always    win    .    "    draco    knew    that    terrorizing    people    was    too    easy    .    he    had    done    it    so    much    before    that    he    wanted    to    change    his    strategy    .    even    if    ,    seeing    them    step    back    when    they    walked    along    the    hallways    made    him    proud    ,    hurting    them    more    by    making    them    believe    that    they    were    interesting    to    end    up    laughing    at    them    ,    it    was    more    machiavellian    .    "    we    could    go    and    apologize    to    Potter    and    his    little    blood    traitors    and    tell    them    we    want    to    join    their    little    club    .   then   ,    when   they    saw    that   we   are   on   their   side   ,   because   we   know   they   need   people   around   ,   we   actually   call     Umbridge    when    we're    inside    .    let's    do    the    weasels    to    get    some    more    points    for    our    house    .    let's    play    our    charms    to    have    them    at    their    own    game    .    win    some    ,    lose    some    .    "

theodore   nott :   the   most   romantic   wizard   in   all   of   london .       brown    hues   roll   skyward    as   she   accepts   the   flowers   from   him  ;   they   really   are   quite   lovely ,     even   if   his   delivery   could   use   some   work .      free   hand    lifts    to    curl    lithe   digits   in    his    shirt   &   tug    him    towards    her ,     his   statuesque   height   almost   laughable   in   comparison   to   her   petite   frame .       ❛     think   we   both   know   who   the   bitch   is ,     ❜        she   teases   lowly ,     lips   curling   at   the   edges   as   she   presses   up   onto   her   tiptoes .    why’s   he   so   bloody   tall  ?        ❛     -----------------     love   you    too ,    nott .     ❜   

❛       it     couldn’t    possibly     be   a   complaint   ,         ❜         she   reassures   through   gritted   teeth ,    fake   smile   plastered   across   her   features .    is   she   thinking   of   no   fewer   than   seven   hexes   to   curse   his   arse      &    glaring   daggers   through   darkened   hues ?          maybe ,    but   her   words   won’t   reflect   that .    not   when   his  crazed  methods   are  actually  working   .      unfortunately .                     ❛       who   wouldn’t   be   thrilled   to   re - write   this   essay   for   the   fifth   time  ?     i   have   nothing   better   to   do   with   my   time  .          ❜

                 ❛      you’re   entitled   to   your   feelings ,       ❜      she   comments   after   a   beat ,    tongue    brushing    along    suddenly    very   dry   bottom   lip .    head    shakes ,    gaze    dropping    to    find    the    space    between    them .     she   can’t   look    at    him  ,     can’t   face   what    could    have    been     ---------    maybe   what    should    have   been ,   in   some   other   life .      ❛       but   theo . . .       i’ve   spent   half   my   life   loving   you    &    you   never . . .        i   waited    ages .     i   couldn’t    wait    any    longer .       ❜

she       blinks  .           when         theo        curled        lithe       fingers         around       her        bicep        &         stole         her        away        into          empty       corridor ,         she         certainly        hadn’t       expected         this .          a       quick       &       dirty        shag ,       maybe ,         but      not       whatever         this        is .          confused       hues         study        his       for        a       moment        before       she       shrugs ,        spine       straightening        with          pride    .         ❛       ---------------       and      if       i      did  ?     ❜          brow        arches ,        ginny       tugging       her        arm        free       from        his       grasp  .        ❛      would        you       say       yes ,        or       are       you       too       afraid       of        what         being       seen        with       a       weasley       might       do       to        your      reputation   ?        ❜ 

(   ♡   )   Tulip - shaped wand is tapped thoughtfully against her chin, considering his choice of color in regard to his wardrobe .  .  . or the lack thereof; though she does such reflection with a wide, whimsical smile.   “   Well, we won’t quibble, you do look quite good in black,   ”   she says simply, head tilting — ideas already swirling ‘round within her mind.  Most of which she is well aware he will be unlikely to approve of, but as usual, all caution is thrown to the wind.  The excitement of her creativity is evident in the twinkling of her eyes when she continues;   “   there’s no reason a unicorn can’t be black,   ”   wand is pointed to the crown ‘pon her head, a crown that has affixed a faux unicorn horn to the upper part of her forehead — indicating she wishes him to wear one of similar style, but black;   “   you’ll be a brilliant black unicorn!   ”

    ❛    -   hi  theo   :////  ❜