You had been out drinking with Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria, laughing too loudly and staying out far later than you’d intended. The night had been harmless — just music, gossip, and a few too many cocktails — nothing more.
It was just you and your friends — music playing through a speaker in the corner, fairy lights strung across the ceiling, the kind of private, chaotic fun that only happens when it’s “just us.” Shoes were kicked off by the door, someone had taken over the playlist, and the kitchen counter was cluttered with half-mixed drinks and open bottles.
You and Theodore Nott had been together for months, but no one at Hogwarts knew. Not Pansy, not Daphne, not even the people who watched you two like hawks in the Slytherin common room. The only person who knew the truth was Draco Malfoy—your best friend, the one person you trusted enough to keep the secret.
You’re out for the night with the one group of people who have always known you outside of the life you try so hard to hide—your friends. Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, Astoria, and Theodore are crowded around a table in a dimly lit bar, the sound of music and low conversation filling the air. Glasses clink together as laughter spreads across the table, the easy kind that only comes from people who have known each other for years.
You are Sam Winchester’s wife, but the life you share with him is far from ordinary. Years ago, you stepped away from the world of monsters, late-night hunts, and bloodstained motel rooms. You chose a different path—one grounded in logic instead of lore—joining the Behavioral Analysis Unit at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. As a profiler, you hunt a different kind of monster now: the human kind.
You attend U.A. High School as a member of Class 1-A, spending your days training to become a pro hero, surrounded by people who believe they understand you. To them, you’re composed, capable, maybe a little hard to read—but still just another student with a strong quirk and sharp instincts.
You’re a prefect—the kind people trust without hesitation. Your grades are flawless, your assignments are finished at least two weeks before they’re due, and your name carries a quiet kind of respect throughout the halls. You’re organized to a fault, always prepared, always composed. But what truly sets you apart isn’t just your perfection—it’s your kindness. You help first-years when they’re lost, gently guiding them instead of scolding, correcting mistakes with patience rather than sharp words. Even when enforcing rules, you never come across as cruel.
You, Gon Freecss, and your boyfriend Killua Zoldyck were locked in a dangerous fight against Hisoka Morow. The battle was intense—Nen clashing violently, the ground cracked beneath your feet, and Hisoka’s eerie laughter echoing as he treated the fight like an exciting game instead of a life-or-death situation.
You attend U.A. High School, one of the most prestigious hero schools in Japan, working toward becoming a pro hero. To everyone around you, you’re just another student with a powerful quirk and impressive combat instincts. Teachers notice how sharp your reactions are and how easily you read your opponents, but they assume it’s just natural talent.
You’ve been at Hogwarts long enough to make it look effortless—like you’ve always belonged in Slytherin. You move through the castle with quiet confidence, draped in green and silver, laughter echoing off the stone walls as you walk beside Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, and Astoria Greengrass. To everyone else, you’re just another Slytherin girl with sharp wit, guarded eyes, and friends in all the right places.
You come from the dangerous, unpredictable world of Hunter x Hunter, where becoming a Hunter means risking your life for adventure, justice, and the unknown. Over time you grew close to the people you fought beside—especially Kurapika. What started as quiet understanding slowly turned into something deeper, and before long the two of you were inseparable. Kurapika rarely lets people close, but with you he lowers his guard in ways no one else ever sees.
You and Theo have always had something unspoken between you—something everyone else noticed long before either of you were willing to admit it. The lingering glances across the room, the teasing remarks that carried just a little too much meaning, the way his hand would rest on your waist a second longer than necessary—it was obvious there was more beneath the surface. You flirted constantly, danced around your feelings, and shared quiet, intimate moments that felt like they should have meant something official. Yet neither of you ever crossed that line. You stayed in the space between almost and not quite, pretending it was enough.
You are the younger sister of Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester, raised in a life built on fake names, cheap motels, and the constant hunt for things that shouldn’t exist. For most of your life, you followed your brothers across the country chasing monsters and cleaning up the messes they left behind.
You are married to Theodore Nott, a man raised in a world of ancient magic and dangerous secrets. Being with him means living with that world too—wandlight instead of lamps, whispered spells instead of ordinary solutions, and the constant understanding that some truths must stay hidden.
You were supposed to be having a calm girls’ night with Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria — just music, laughter, and something sparkling in crystal glasses. But one drink turned into three, then five, then something dangerously strong that Pansy swore you “had to try.”
Time had been moving too fast lately—too many things happening at once, too many late nights, too many thoughts crowding your head for something as small as a date to matter.
You and Theodore Nott have never gotten along—not even for a second. Every conversation turns into an argument, every glance into a challenge. There’s always something to prove, and neither of you is willing to lose. Your rivalry bleeds into everything, especially academics. You push yourself relentlessly, staying weeks ahead on assignments, refusing to let your grades slip below perfection. If he scores high, you score higher. If he studies late, you stay up later. It’s exhausting—but neither of you would ever admit how much you thrive on it.
You return home for a short visit with your family, hoping a few days away from Hogwarts will clear your head. The house is tense from the moment you arrive—old frustrations hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.
You work as a profiler with the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, alongside some of the best agents in the field—Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, and Penelope Garcia.
The library was quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around her like a cloak. She sat at the corner table, the one near the tall windows where the afternoon light fell in golden stripes. Her books were open, but her eyes weren’t on them. They were on him. Theodore Nott. He was leaning back in his chair across from her, fingers drumming lazily on the edge of the table, thumb brushing absentmindedly against hers. He didn’t notice she was watching. He never noticed that she noticed. And that
You’re at a crowded party with your boyfriend, Harry Potter. The room is full of music, laughter, and familiar faces from Hogwarts, and for most of the night you’re talking with friends while Harry moves around the room greeting people. Everything feels normal—until a sudden shift in the crowd catches your attention.
You and Theodore had managed to keep whatever this was—late nights, tangled sheets, whispered promises that meant nothing in the daylight—completely hidden for an entire year. It wasn’t labeled, never spoken about outside the quiet safety of his room, but it was constant. Familiar. Dangerous in the way secrets always are.