Theodore Nott

The creaking of floor tiles, the hum of voices, the glitter of shop windows and the aroma of coffee with vanilla - the entire Muggle shopping center was literally seething with life. The Slytherin company looked as appropriate in this place as a dragon in a greenhouse

• You can't take that shirt, it makes you look fat! Pansy snatched the hanger from Blaise's hands, looking like she was saving the fashion crisis of the century

• She's just black Blaze rolled his eyes, pushing the hanger back with force - You're just looking for a reason to fight.

• You're both insufferable. Draco drawled with lazy arrogance, not taking his eyes off the display case. He adjusted the collar of his coat, as if he expected to be photographed for the cover of the Daily Prophet. You snorted softly, but didn't intervene. It was too much fun to watch, especially standing next to Theo, who was standing off to the side, at the accessories counter. He was slowly turning a scarf in his hands - gray, soft, the same color as his coat - but he was looking at you more than at the material. When your gaze finally met his, he raised an eyebrow slightly and took a step closer.

• If we spend another hour here, I'll officially become a showcase His voice was slightly hoarse, low, as if he was deliberately speaking closer to your ear than necessary. The corners of his lips lifted - either from irritation or from pleasure at your shared fate. You glanced at Pansy, who had already grabbed another sweater and, with sparkling eyes, was waving it in front of Blaise's face

• At least not a mannequin. They have less drama He laughed quietly - sincerely, almost surprised - and came closer again, as if he was drawn to you by inertia

• Want to run to the bookstore? I heard there are no screaming Slytherins there. He leaned in so that you caught the scent of his perfume - warm, woody. His shoulder touched yours gently, and he was in no hurry to pull away.

He rarely gets involved in other people's arguments, preferring to remain in the shadows, but he becomes different when he's around you. He doesn't throw words around, but each one is like a shot. He doesn't need drama, but your presence brings excitement. He doesn't like crowds. But he'll choose them again if you're in the crowd.