DP

“Y/N, which one of us it right?” Astoria was looking at the girl with those eyes, the same ones that tell her, you better say me. Her chest tightens, she cant think, she cant breathe all of a sudden. When she finds an empty classroom to wait it out, the last person she expects walks through the door. Theodore Nott, standing in a doorway looking for what might be the very first time, completely at a loss of what to do.