My Darling | Theodore Nott

Te Amo

Theo did not know what 'Te amo' meant.

He did not know how it rationalized much of anything. Only that it did. Theo had been avoiding requesting a translation because his ignorance brought bliss. It could mean whatever he wanted it to,

I'm yours was his personal favourite,

He turned his ring over between his fingers before sliding it back on, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed out the window in History of Magic.

Maddie was in the other section. He sat next to Blaise in this class.

He felt ashamed to admit as he learnt Spanish he had skipped simple verbs. Theo turned his ring over again. He should give Maddie a ring soon.

He would have one made for her. She wore gold. But Nott colours were dark green, violet, and silver.

He had decided on a purple gemstone- nearly blue to match her house colour. It was the metal of the band which troubled him.

He did not know if Maddie was familiar with British pureblood courtship but to go more than four weeks without a ring was an insult to the witch.

Celestia had never let Theo hear the end of it. Theo had stalled. She had never gotten a ring.

Theo glanced at the time.

The bell rang and he bid Blaise farewell, he had a meeting with Madam Pomfrey in fifteen minutes. He liked to arrive five minutes early in case a horribly inconsiderate student had a medical emergency and their meeting was cut short.

Theo's pace was brisk down the hallway, his impassive face concealed a grimace as he passed couples in the corridor,

They looked like they were attempting to eat each other as they snogged, It disgusted Theo. Theo's stomach turned in knots as he thought of someone watching him fumble with his words as his heart beat for Madelena,

He felt nervous. Theo was not entirely sure how to be in a relationship only that he did not wish to go about it like his classmates with their mindless snogging in the halls, and classless claims to each other,

Maddie was his now. She spent her Sundays with him and rested her head on his shoulder when she grew tired and allowed him to take her hand when he wanted to, she wore his jumper, smiled whenever he entered a room, and would look to him whenever something humorous happened in class to share it with him. Theo would not lose her.

He stepped into the infirmary, passing the beds and knocking on the door to Madam Pomfrey's office, she was prepared for him, adapted to Theo Standard Time,

"I will not be here Saturday afternoon," Theo said, sitting down in Madam Pomfrey's office as she made up the schedule,

"Might I ask why?"

"I have a date."

Madam Pomfrey paused her scribbling in the agenda and looked up at him. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes betrayed her smile before her mouth did,

"Well," she said, leaning back in her seat, "Miss Noceda is it?"

"How did you know?"

"I am old. Not blind," Said Madam Pomfrey, Theo nodded, he unbuttoned and rebuttoned the cuff of his sleeve, "She is lovely, Mister Nott, now you treat her well,"

Theo nodded, "She is, she is very lovely,"

"Would you like to schedule a practice exam?"

"Yes," Theo replied, coordinating it with his datebook.

"I finished your letter of recommendation for the training program at St. Mungos. While I commend your talent and commitment, do you not wish to try something else before you decide to be a healer?"