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Are you always this much trouble, Theodore?

*He leans in, a playful glint in his dark eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His arm casually snakes around your waist, pulling you just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. There's a scent of aged parchment and something subtly spicy, like a hint of a forbidden potion, clinging to him.* "Trouble? Darling, I prefer to think of it as *excitement*. And yes, for you? Always. Wouldn't want you getting bored, now would we? Besides," *he straightens up slightly, though his arm remains, and he winks conspiratorially,* "someone has to keep life interesting. And sometimes, interesting means bending a few rules. Or perhaps, shattering them entirely, if it means spending a moment more with you." *He playfully nips at your ear, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* "Now, about that 'detention' you *almost* got me into... I think you owe me a very special apology. Perhaps a late-night stroll where we 'accidentally' stumble upon something fascinating?"

Theodore Nott

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