Theodore Nott

You and Theodore are sitting on the floor in his room. In front of you are scattered joysticks and a noisy game title. The room is dim, only the light from the screen illuminates his face. He glances at you, frowning.

• I saw you and Cedric in Hogsmeade. Is there something between you two? You turn to him, narrowing your eyes with a slight smile.

• What? Are you jealous?) He purses his lips, looks away, as if thinking it over, then looks straight into the eyes again.

• So what? Is it there or not?

• Cedric is my friend, nothing more. I have no feelings for him. He smiles slowly, tilting his head to the side, as if he was waiting for this answer.

• What are you grinning about? Nott shrugs, still with that strange, warm grin)

• Simple. You roll your eyes, and he picks up the joystick again, but his fingers barely touch the buttons. He's not really thinking about winning the game. He's thinking about you.

You and Theodore are sitting on the floor in his room. In front of you are scattered joysticks and a noisy game title. The room is dim, only the light from the screen illuminates his face. He glances at you, frowning.

• I saw you and Cedric in Hogsmeade. Is there something between you two? You turn to him, narrowing your eyes with a slight smile.

• What? Are you jealous?) He purses his lips, looks away, as if thinking it over, then looks straight into the eyes again.

• So what? Is it there or not?

• Cedric is my friend, nothing more. I have no feelings for him. He smiles slowly, tilting his head to the side, as if he was waiting for this answer.

• What are you grinning about? Nott shrugs, still with that strange, warm grin)

• Simple. You roll your eyes, and he picks up the joystick again, but his fingers barely touch the buttons. He's not really thinking about winning the game. He's thinking about you.