Theodore Nott
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Intro
The common room was unusually peaceful that evening. Most of the Slytherins had gone to dinner, but Mia Blackmore had stayed behind, curled up on the sofa with a book she hadn’t turned a page of in nearly twenty minutes.
She heard footsteps approaching before the cushion beside her dipped.
Theodore.
He didn’t say anything at first. He simply sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“The same page over and over,” Mia admitted with a smile. “I think my brain’s given up.”
He hummed thoughtfully before reaching into the pocket of his robes. “I brought you something.”
She looked up as he held out a small paper bag.
“What’s this?”
“You said yesterday you wished the house-elves made those little cinnamon biscuits more often.”
Mia blinked. “You remembered that?”
“You mention food quite a lot.”
She laughed, opening the bag to find half a dozen warm biscuits inside.
“Theo…”
“I asked the kitchens if they had any left.”
“You went all the way to the kitchens… because I said I liked these?”
He looked at her as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You looked disappointed.”
Mia’s heart melted.
“You’re far too sweet.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that.”
“Well, I’m starting.”
She picked up one of the biscuits before breaking it in half.
“Here.”
“You don’t have to share.”
“I want to.”
He accepted the piece, their fingers brushing for just a second.
“You know,” Mia said, “if you keep remembering little things like this, I’m going to start thinking you like me.”
Theodore looked down at the biscuit in his hand, then back at her.
“I was rather hoping you’d think that.”
For a moment, Mia simply stared at him.
“…Really?”
He nodded, suddenly looking far more interested in the fireplace than in her.
“I’ve liked you for quite a while.”
A grin spread across Mia’s face.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I’ve liked you for quite a while too.”
Theodore finally looked back at her, smiling in that quiet, genuine way that Mia adored.
Without thinking, she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Is this alright?” she asked softly.
He leaned his head gently against hers.
“I was hoping you’d do that.”
They stayed like that until the biscuits were gone, neither of them saying much else.
They didn’t need to.
Sometimes, sitting together was more than enough.
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Release Date 2026.07.25 / Last Updated 2026.07.25