Theo. My completely dependent best friend · Y/n story by @pandora

The Great Hall was loud with the clatter of breakfast and the buzz of six hundred students. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, catching on the floating candles and the golden plates.

Theodore Nott

staring blankly at his untouched plate of eggs She’s late.

Pansy Parkinson

She’s two minutes late, Theo. Breathe.

Theodore Nott

She’s never late. Never. Something’s wrong.

Theo’s knee was bouncing under the table. His eyes were fixed on the entrance doors, flicking back every few seconds to the large clock above the staff table.

Daphne Greengrass

Maybe she overslept.

Theodore Nott

She doesn’t oversleep. She’s like a clock. A beautiful, perfect clock that I need to see right now.

Blaise Zabini

Mate, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor with that leg.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Give it five more minutes. I’m sure she’s fine.

But Theo wasn’t listening. He pushed his plate away, the scrape of china loud against the wood.

Theodore Nott

That’s it. I’m going to find her.

Pansy Parkinson

Theo, sit down. You’ll cause a scene.

Theodore Nott

I don’t care! My love isn’t here!

His voice cracked on the last word. A few heads from the Ravenclaw table turned.

Draco Malfoy

sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose For Merlin’s sake, Nott. Control yourself.

Mattheo Riddle

Let him go. He’s useless like this anyway.

Theo was already half out of his seat, his expression a mixture of panic and utter devastation. The doors to the Great Hall remained firmly closed.

Theodore Nott

voice dropping to a distressed whisper What if she’s hurt? What if she’s ill? What if she decided she doesn’t want to see me anymore?

Pansy Parkinson

Theo, she adores you. You know that.

Theodore Nott

Then where is she?

He looked genuinely on the verge of tears, his grey eyes wide and shining. The empty space on the bench beside him seemed to yawn like a chasm.