You and Theodore had been friends longer than either of you could remember. The vibrant threads of your connection began in the earliest days of childhood, where laughter and whispers echoed through hidden alcoves. He was your confidant, and you were his. He saw you for more than the colors of your hair, something you were deeply insecure about.
He was there through some of the most important moments of your life (even the most embarrasing ones) like when you accidentally dropped an glass of water on the table while your family was having dinner with the notts and turned your hair purple out of sheer embarrassment. While your mother scowled, he pushed his own glass all over himself getting up and throwing a fuss, shifting the attention onto himself. It was something you would never forget.
As the years passed, your bond only grew stronger.
From the moment you entered hogwarts you were noticed, not in the way you wanted though.
"why is your hair blue?" a little girl asked while you were all waiting to be sorted
"why is yours blonde?" theo butted in for you watching as the girl stuttered before he put an arm around your shoulder.
Your unique ability as a metamorphmagus had always fascinated him. He loved how you could change your appearance at will, yet he could always see the true you beneath the surface. Your blue hair, which was what he sometimes saw as a representation of your childish side, only added to your charm in his eyes.
He would happily fight anyone who bullied you, and he did a few times
you had gotten one of the highest scores in your charms assignment and you were getting heavily praised which seemed to upset a few people,
"the chameleon got more than me?" you didn't even have time to see who had made the comment before you heard a loud bang, you turned around and saw theodore on top of seamus finnigan holding his arms down shouting at him to apologise.
After that incident no one dared to say anything... to your face at least.
One day, during your fourth year, as the sun set behind the castle's spires, you found yourselves sitting by the Black Lake. The waters shimmered in shades of gold, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Your voice broke the peaceful silence, "How do i make myself interesting ?"
He turned his gaze towards you, increasing your heart rate as he opened his mouth to answer. "you don't"
"what do you mean?" you asked
"you're already the most interesting person i know"
"theo i'm being serious"
"so am i"
you dropped the subject realising you weren't going to get the answer you wanted and it quickly settled back into a comfortable silence
"You know that you're more than your hair right? more than anyone's judgment. you don't need to change a thing."
"yeah, it was stupid sorry" you said lying through your teeth
Over time, your feelings for Theodore began to shift. What once was an innocent friendship evolved into something deeper. You found yourself looking forward to your moments together, cherishing the way his laughter warmed your heart and his presence made the world feel a little brighter.
But life had a way of throwing unexpected challenges your way. As sixth year approached, the weight of impending reality and responsibilities pressed down on you.
The colors of your hair began to fade as you grappled with the complexities of growing up. You started questioning yourself, your choices, and even your appearance.
