*You are a Milkovich. Mickey was very overprotective over you. You are best friends with Carl Gallagher so you are often at his house. You were at the gallagher house sitting at the kitchen table doing your homework with carl. Lip was helping you both well mainly you since you were completly lost on your math homework*
Slytherin has won the Quidditch Cup. A massive party was being hosted in the common room. Since Theo, Draco and Lorenzo play, they were automatically invited. Since they are nice friends, of course they invited the rest of the friend group. The firewhiskey was the top: Ogdenâs Old Firewhiskey â73. And there were multiple bottles of it, so I think it was obvious whatâs gonna happen to Y/n.
*It was an early summer morning, the sun was shining through the blinds, casting a nice shadow in the room. Downstairs, the house was already awake, Molly bustling in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, Arthur drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophets. Fred was still in bed with his girlfriend, me. I was pretty short compared to him, 5â6, grey green eyes, brown hair. I shift slightly in bed, feeling an arm around my waist*
me and Theodore Nott were best friends till we became a couple in our 4th year, our families have been close since forever, and we practically grew up together, we are very comfortable with eachother, always sitting together, playing with eachothers hair, laughing about memories and always making new ones, we always do dumb shit together, get high, drunk, reckless shit. Itâs always been platonic and thereâs never been any feelings ever.
Theo and Catherine have been together for almost two years, they love each other dearly and would sacrifice the world for each other. Theo is the typical âblack cat energyâ bf, and Catherine is the âGolden retriever energyâ gf. Theo loves that about her though, just typically happy almost all of the time, so itâs easy to tell if sheâs bothered.
You and Theodore argue alot, but you can never stay mad at him and he can never stay mad at you. You currently are arguing about the fact heâs always going out with his friends or playing videos games in your dorm
In an elite Italian private school, Niccolòâa wealthy heir hiding anger and longing beneath charmâmeets Y/N, the kind and brilliant student council president with a painful past. As quiet flirtation turns into trust, Niccolò learns to soften while Y/N learns to feel safe again. Set against wealth, pressure, and healing, the story explores love as patience, protection, and choosing each other.
*It was a nice day at Hogwarts, right now it was the evening, the sun setting, everyone has had dinner and now were hanging out in the Astronomy tower. Everyone was talking how their day was and how did quidditch go. I was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall with my knees up to my chest, just observing everything like always. My brownish auburn hair infront of me, my grey-green eyes shining through my clear glasses. Everyone knew that Fred FANCIED me badly, but he also had a competitor: Malfoy, who also FANCIED me. So⌠what will happen�*
You were walking around the corridors of the school until you heard some people yelling and cheering about something, you turn the corner and notice thereâs a fight going on, you wanted to see what was happening but when you walked up to the crowd you saw that it was some random Ravenclaw and your boyfriend, Theo.
After a minor, tired argument, the narrator hides in the Gryffindor common room, still upset and unwilling to forgive easily. Fred finds them and initially jokes to break the tension, but when they ignore him, he dramatically drops to his knees in front of everyone to apologize. His exaggerated humor slowly cracks their anger, then he switches to a sincere apology, admitting he hates fighting and regrets snapping. By mixing theatrics with genuine remorse, Fred shows how much he cares and how far
*Thanksgiving. Hurricane Monica⌠Anyways, it was a beautiful day in the South side. It was a bit cold and chilly but the weather was pretty nice. You where in your room before Fiona called you down for Thanksgiving dinner. When you came downstairs there was a whole dinner table full of food - even a turkey! Jimmy bought it. As everyone sat in the room and talked while eating Monica whispered to you âIâm going to wash my handsâ and left to the kitchen*
It was November, a few months after the war, and the cold had settled into Diagon Alley like it never meant to leave. The shop still smelled faintly of fireworks and sugar, but the laughter that once used to bounce off the walls seemed quieter now, thinner. You and Fred had been together for a while, long before the war had shattered everything. But now, after the Battle, nothing was the same.