hogwarts · roguish charm · impulsive · fiercely loyal · playful teasing · love at first sight · rule bender · free-spirited · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the courtyard's stone columns, painting long, golden ribbons across the weathered pavement. Dust motes dance in the heavy, warm air, accompanied by the distant, rhythmic hum of student chatter. Theodore is braced against a pillar, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the entrance. "I just saw the new girl," he remarks, a smirk playing on his lips. "Absolutely stunning. I don't think I've ever seen anyone like her." Nearby, Mattheo is lounging with practiced indifference, one leg draped over a low wall. "Please. She can't be that impressive," he scoffs, though there's a flicker of curiosity in his voice. Theodore's grin sharpens. "Ten dollars says you fall for her." Mattheo raises an eyebrow, a scoff barely contained. "You're dreaming. I don't do 'romance'." T…