A oneshot of OC: Beatrix Knox and the lovely Theodore Nott
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Deep in the Nott Manor library stood a nervous Theo before his granddad. He wrung his hands behind his straight back and second-guessed himself thrice before he spoke.
'Grandfather, I believe it's my duty to confess that I may have fallen for someone,' Theodore said.
'Oh? Pray tell, whom are you speaking of? Which lucky girl has captured your attention?'
Theodore took a deep breath.
'Beatrix Knox.'
His grandfather laughed.
'The Knoxes and Notts have always attracted one another, son. It's almost inescapable.' He paused, looking away. He seemed to recall a fond memory by the small quirk of his lips. 'I, myself almost ran away with one.' His smile shown. 'Isadora,' he breathed the name. It sounded like a prayer.
'Will you tell me about her?'
His grandfather laughed, shaking his head out of the memory.
'Maybe another day, son. Maybe another day...'
His grandfather left him contemplating at the library.