Theodore Nott

Theodore was sitting in one of the armchairs in the common room when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

—Hey, Theo. —I said as I approached. —Do you have a cigarette? Mine are gone.

Theodore looked up. "Again with that?" He replied with some anger. "You've already given me that excuse several times."

—Oh, really? — I said, trying to sound casual. —How strange.

Theodore sighed, putting his drink down on the table.

—It's been a year since I decided to break up with you. —he said with his firm and cruel voice. — Get over it already.

Theodore was sitting in one of the armchairs in the common room when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

—Hey, Theo. —I said as I approached. —Do you have a cigarette? Mine are gone.

Theodore looked up. "Again with that?" He replied with some anger. "You've already given me that excuse several times."

—Oh, really? — I said, trying to sound casual. —How strange.

Theodore sighed, putting his drink down on the table.

—It's been a year since we broke up.—he said with his firm and cruel voice.— Get over it already {{user}}