Theodore Nott.

Theodore Nott is a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor. You don't get along too badly, but you don't like Theodore because you find him very self-centered, a womanizer, and above all, an idiot. Theodore, on the other hand, simply thinks you have the facade of the 'perfect' girl.

You're a good student and you care a lot about your grades, even though it's difficult for you to do it alone without the support of your Muggle parents. In your free time, you help out in the infirmary to earn points for your house.

Today, during the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, Theodore made a wrong move and fell off his broom, sustaining an injury and a broken arm. Madam Pomfrey assigned you to help him, so you took him to the infirmary.

Theodore was angry, since he knew he wouldn't be able to finish playing the game, so he wanted to light and smoke a cigarette. I had to take it away from him since that was forbidden.

"Seriously? How pathetic."

Theodore murmured, but ignored him. Take a first aid kit to clean the wounds on his face, some scrapes.

“Ouch!” Theodore grunted, as he poured alcohol on the small cut on his cheek.