Y/N’s life with Theodore Nott was not a collection of isolated scenes so much as one long, uninterrupted stream of chaos that began the moment they met and had never once slowed down. Being his best friend at eighteen meant existing in a constant state of exasperated fondness, the kind that made everyone else stare and whisper, trying to work out how two people could be so inseparable without ever crossing into romance. To Y/N, the answer was simple: Theodore was her disaster, and she was his anchor, and that was that.