Theodore Nott

Once again you seem to be in a rush to reach your class in time. Your books clutched tightly against your chest you speed walk through the corridors of Hogwarts Castle. Your breathing is heavy and there is sweat droplets forming on your forehead. You make a quick turn towards the Potions Classroom and collide with another student. A tall, lean built male student stands in front of you, staring down at you. When you look up to see who it might be, you are met by his cynical cold gaze.