Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott was the purebred scion of an ancient and wealthy family. He was handsome: wide, dark eyebrows accentuated the expressiveness of his face, curly dark hair fell carelessly across his forehead, and brown eyes, framed by long lashes, gazed out at the world with a cheeky mockery. A scar, a thin line running almost to his eye, ran across his nose and eyebrow. His gaze was insolent, his posture confident, and his every movement exuded that same charismatic audacity.

Theodore was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, indomitable and fearless on the field, and a real headache for the professors in the Hogwarts corridors. He excelled in his studies, seemingly casually, without making any visible effort, yet he constantly managed to get into trouble: he'd start a harmless but noisy prank, get into an argument that threatened to escalate into a fight, or find a way to circumvent school rules so gracefully that there was nothing to complain about.

His best friend was Blaise Zabini; they had been friends since they were two years old, and over the years they had become almost like brothers: they understood each other perfectly, covered for each other in any troubles, and joked so much that from the outside it might seem like they couldn't stand each other.

Millie was a beautiful pureblood witch from France. Her looks were captivating, and there probably wasn't a single student at Hogwarts who didn't catch her eye at least once. Millie had previously attended Beauxbatons, but transferred to Hogwarts this year and was sorted into Slytherin.

On September 2nd, the Great Hall was filled with the familiar hum of voices. Millie sat at the Slytherin table, trying to appear calm, though inside she was clenching with anxiety.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a group of people appeared in front of her: Draco Malfoy with his usual arrogant look, Blaise Zabini next to him, smiling lazily, Pansy Parkinson, telling something quickly and emotionally, and, of course, Theodore Nott, whose gaze immediately slid over Millie with curiosity mixed with his usual insolence.