ϟ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ϟ

Puns

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     It was the weekend, and you had been hanging out with Theo in the library. He wore a brown coat over a white jacket and and a gray shirt underneath. He was stirring a small cup of coffee with a tiny spoon.

     He had asked a yes or no question that gave you an idea.

     "Probably..." you drew out, "Nott."

     He raised an incredulous and unamused eyebrow, about to snark back when you interrupted him before he had a chance.

     "Yes, I will be making puns with your last name," you pause, a mischievous grin widely forming on your lips, "more likely than Nott."

     He only stared at you with an unimpressed look before he let out an exasperated sigh. He put down the coffee, put his elbows on the surface of the table, and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

     "What the hell am I going to do with you..?" he muttered, looking back up at you.

     You noticed the sides of his mouth quiver a little bit, and you immediately knew he was trying to force his face to remain stoic. You knew he wouldn't be able to keep down one of his signature dashing smiles.

     "I know you find it amusing," you quipped, leaning toward him with your fingers intertwined on the table, "you can smile, go on! I know you can do it! You've got this!"

     He couldn't help but exhale a laugh through his nose, and his stoic expression cracked at last. His newfound smile was contagious, as always, and it infected you as a smile of your own graced your plump lips.

     "You can-Nott deny me, Mr. Nott," you snarked, a small giggle escaping as he let out a sharp chuckle.

     He sighed, lifting his hands to rub his face.

     "No, I can-Nott," he muttered with the smile evident in his tone, his now-amused words slightly muffled by his ring-donned fingers that hovered just over his lips.

     You grinned in victory, having infected him with your humourous puns.

     Some of your other fellow Slytherins, *cough*Draco*cough*, had grown tired of your constant puns but surprisingly didn't leave you when you told them. Sure, the punny mannerism you always had was infuriatingly annoying, but your friends loved you for it. And you loved them for their high tolerance, which was also surprising, considering what a handful you were.

     Despite hating the Weasleys, your other fellow Slytherin friends often compared you to the twins due to your joking nature. You pulled an occasional prank, yes, but not nearly as much as the twins. Still, you understood the resemblance.

     You didn't mind the twins. Sure, the Weasleys in general could be annoying, but the twins were the most tolerable (mainly due to the already said fact that they shared some joking and prankster-like qualities with you), in your opinion.

     Theo let his hands fall back to the table's surface. "I'm never living this down, am I?"

     You grinned again. "No, you are most definitely Nott."

     His eyes widened a little, but he ended up chuckling. "Yes, I am most definitely Nott," he quipped back, "Theodore Nott, in fact."

     You let out a surprised laugh.

     "Clever," you responded, "but we both walked into that. You walked into my answer, but then walked me straight into yours."

     He had a proud grin on his face, and you genuinely smiled at how pretty he was.

     "Yeah, I'm gonna be making puns out of your name for a long time."

     He sighed, smile ever present.

     "I know."

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