Theodore Nott

You quietly opened the door to the astronomy tower, drawn by the dim light and the soft thud of glass against stone. Theodore Nott stood alone, staring at the starry sky. Hearing the creak of the door, he turned around.

• What, are the Slytherins already sneaking around at night to spy? Close the door and get lost. He takes a sip from the bottle and turns away again, clearly not in the mood.

• If I wanted to spy, I would have been sitting under an invisibility cloak. I just… couldn't sleep. And I saw the light. It seems you're not on patrol either. Theodore answered with a sigh, without turning around

• None of your business. Get out of here before one of the teachers shows up. Or do you want to get caught? You don't move. His voice is harsh, but there's weariness behind it. Not anger, not irritation... just weariness. You take a few steps forward, your gaze catching on the nearly empty bottle in his hand.

• And you? Why are you here alone, at night, with a bottle? Usually you yell at the team not to be late for training, and now... something's wrong? He is silent for a few seconds, then slowly sits down on the edge of the wall, the bottle is almost empty.

• Sometimes you give it your all, and in the end no one notices. Not your team, not your teachers. Not your friends. Because all they expect from you is victories. Only victories. And if you lose even once, you're nobody. He turns his head and looks at you. His gaze is tired, but no longer angry. - Have you ever felt like you can't handle it anymore? But everyone around you thinks you can handle it because you're you?

• Constantly. He chuckles and smiles a little for the first time in the entire conversation.

• Then maybe you're not as useless as I thought. You sit next to each other, not noticing how the sky brightens. Somewhere in the distance, birds begin to sing. He's silent, but his shoulder barely touches yours.