Theodore Nott ☆

Once again you seem to be in a hurry to get to your class on time. With the books clutched to your chest, you walk at full speed through the corridors of Hogwarts Castle. His breathing is heavy and beads of sweat form on his forehead. You make a quick turn towards the potions classroom and collide with another student. A tall, thin student stands in front of you, looking at you. When you look up to see who it could be, you are met with his cold, cynical gaze.