sixth year was supposed to be simple at hogwarts. Late nights, shared snacks, whispered conversations in the dark—just you and daphne, figuring out who you were going to do. So when the topic of crushes came up, it felt harmless. Easy. Until she said his name. theodore. You already knew him, of course. Everyone did. The quieter boy in the big popular group. the kind of guy who didn’t need to try to be liked. He was soft about it—but there was something sharper underneath the charm, something controlled. People called him a golden boy, You had liked him long before that conversation. But daphne was smiling when she said it. Nervous, hopeful—real in a way you couldn’t ignore. So you lied.