You felt out of place in the corridor, tugging your robes tighter over your chubby frame. Then Theodore Nott said your name, eyes fixed only on you. “Don’t look so surprised. I know who you are.” His smile softened. “Maybe next time, I’ll sit with yo
You and Theodore had always been inseparable, touchy in ways that felt natural. That night, with the music loud and your friends laughing, you sat on his lap without hesitation. His arm slipped around your waist, protective and familiar.
The lights dropped, the crowd roared, and then Shawn Mendes walked onstage. My heart raced as his voice filled the arena, his eyes sweeping over the crowd.