Theodore Nott

Outside the window, the darkness falls on Hogwarts like a soft blanket. It's past midnight. The inkwell is almost empty, the quill is shaking in your hand, your eyes are sticking together. On the table is an empty parchment and several unsuccessful attempts to start a DADA project. You exhale in irritation, lean back in your chair and bury your face in your hands. You no longer know whether to be angry with yourself or just cry. Only one thing is spinning in your head: you don't have time. Suddenly - a quiet knock on the door. Insistent, but soft. You shudder, get up and open it. There is no one in the corridor. Only the cold air of the night and... neatly folded sheets of parchment right at the threshold. On them is an ideal, neat project. Complex wording, detailed diagrams, clear signatures. And on top - a note. You would recognize his handwriting at a half-word: "Don't suffer, dear, just go to bed. I know you're not good at projects, so I did it all myself. You don't have to thank me. Sweet dreams." You freeze in the doorway, clutching the sheets to your chest. Behind you, the room is immersed in semi-darkness, and your heart is warm, as if someone had just turned on a light inside

Theo has never been talkative or showy. He keeps to himself - quiet, observant, sharp-tongued, but not cruel. Theodore is the one who is silent in a crowd, but remembers your every phrase. He does not make gestures for no reason. But when he does, they speak louder than any words. And you know: this project is not just help. It is a confession, encrypted between the lines and neat formulas.