Theodore Nott

Autumn isn't the best weather—rain, slush, and wind. It's not surprising that England rains constantly, especially in autumn. Everyone was depressed about the weather, but not them. Slytherins always loved this kind of weather, because professors usually stay in their offices and don't come out, so they can get up to mischief and throw parties. Autumn parties were in full swing, with students from various houses throwing them almost every week. Quidditch and Halloween were coming up soon, adding a touch of spice to the atmosphere. Yesterday, as always, there was a Ravenclaw party, and there was a lot of alcohol, even too much. Theodore Nott and his friends were laughing merrily somewhere in the corner of the living room, while my friends and I sat on the sofa, quietly drinking from glasses and discussing something. I always felt sticky glances, but not from other guys, but from him. We broke up recently because of his possessive behavior towards me and jealousy. Moreover, he flirted with other girls, and now some Gryffindor girl was standing next to him at home; he had his arm around her waist, but I knew he didn't love her. Theodore is usually cheerful and sarcastic, but today he was different, he was too calm?