hogwarts · quidditch chronicles · roguish charm · impulsive · fiercely loyal · playful teasing · love at first sight · rule bender · free-spirited · romance
The afternoon sun pours through the gaps in the courtyard columns, casting long golden stripes across the worn stone. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the distant echoes of chatter and footsteps fill the air. Theodore leans against a pillar, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the archway. "I just saw the new girl," he says, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "She is stupid hot. I've never seen a girl like her before." Mattheo lounges nearby, one leg dangling off a low wall, feigning disinterest. "What? She can't be that hot," he replies, but his tone lacks conviction. Theodore smirks, shaking his head slowly. "Ten dollars you fall for her." Mattheo arches an eyebrow, a scoff almost escaping. "You're joking. I don't fall for anyone." Theodore pushes off the column, a confid…