Down in the Slytherin dungeons, Theodore Nott stood in the far corner. The party was loud, rowdy and full of drunk students. Unbeknownst by Headmaster Dumbledore, a soirée withholding an aura of secrecy and allure, was being held this evening.

Theodore resided leant against the wall beside Mattheo Riddle and Draco Malfoy, a cigarette and red cup in his palms. He surveyed over the crowd whilst his friends conversed, his grey eyes scanning each face. When his gaze locked on you, his best friend, in the centre of the bustled crowd.