Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott was a sixth-year senior who had recently turned 17. Tall and thin, with a pale face and an attentive dark gaze, he always kept aloof, observing more than speaking. His company usually included Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle, and sometimes Pansy Parkinson joined them. They took their usual places at the Slytherin table, feeling right at home in the dungeons. It was an unusual winter evening at Hogwarts. The Great Hall was filled with noise as the students were gathered for an unscheduled ceremony. — In the middle of the year? Seriously? — Someone was transferred... — Maybe from Durmstrang? “They say this is Sirius Black’s daughter,” someone whispered. — The same one? The one in Azkaban? — If it's true... she's unlucky. The daughter of a murderer. Theodore lazily turned his gaze to the entrance, but his eyes became more attentive. "Y/N Black," McGonagall announced. A buzz rolled through the hall. The girl—y/n—walked calmly, her chin slightly raised and her gaze direct, slightly haughty. The hat touched her head briefly.

• SLYTHERIN! The green-silver table came to life. Theodore clapped slowly. Malfoy smirked, Zabini narrowed his eyes. t/i sat down away from everyone. "She's beautiful," Goyle muttered. “Only the daughter of a murderer,” Crabbe chuckled. "What if she's not Sirius's daughter, but Regulus's?" Zabini said lazily. "Regulus died twenty years ago," Pansy rolled her eyes. “The last name is still problematic,” Malfoy added quietly. Theodore said thoughtfully:
• Or she will turn out to be completely different from what they say about her. "I heard there's no room in the dormitories," Crabbe whispered. "They might put her next to the boys." "That would be a scandal," Pansy frowned. They exchanged glances and sometimes looked at y/n. Later, in the Slytherin common room, y/n was sitting in a chair against the wall with a book. “You sat in my seat,” a cold voice said. Daphne Greengrass stood before her. "Is your name written here?" Y/N answered calmly. The conversations around died down. "She's new and already being cheeky. In Slytherin, they learn the rules first." — I'm just about to find out. Who's the loudest?