❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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OPHELIA LET HERSELF FALL BACKWARDS into her favorite armchair on the common room, sighing tiredly and rubbing her forehead with her fingers.
As she sat, there came a yowl, and Princess Cleopatra leaped up from the very same chair she had been about to sit, her cat thoroughly annoyed by being awoken.
After the blonde sat, her cat settled itself in her lap.
Colin, on the other hand, was laughing without shame.
"That's the what— seventh person today?" he asked, fighting to hide his smile.
Ophelia sent him a harsh glare. "Do not even start," she growled, her pink, glossy lips puckered into a pout.
"You shouldn't have been so cruel, Oph," Colin continued, the edges of his lips twitching upwards.
"Creevey, I swear to God— One more word—" The blonde threatened. Yet she couldn't deny that the nickname he'd given her sounded kind of... perfect coming forth from his lips.
But she couldn't get distracted, at least not right now. She had more pressing matters to deal with. Like the current problem at hand. Where Colin Creevey was teasing her about the seven random people who'd decided to try their luck and ask Ophelia out to Hogsmeade for Valentine's day.
She rejected them all.
Colin merely laughed. "But you love lilies," he continued. "Why'd you have to be so mean?"
"Did you see his face?" Ophelia asked sarcastically. "I'd never be caught going out with someone like him."
"Yes, but his soul was pure—"
"COLIN CREEVEY, WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP?" Ophelia screeched loudly.
The entire common room went quiet.
Ophelia could feel all eyes on her.
Slowly, she sunk lower in her chair, a fierce heat spreading from the tip of her nose to her cheeks and ears. Her heart was beating alarmingly fast, and she quickly covered her face with a book.
Colin was smirking.
Once the common room went back to normal, Colin nudged the blonde, who was scowling.
"I hate you," she scowled.
"Aw I know, sweetheart," Colin said sympathetically, patting her head.
The blonde took her chance to kick his shin as hard as she could, her jaw clenched.
Colin didn't even flinch. Instead, his grin only seemed to grow wider.
