The crackling of the fireplace made a soothing ambient of this thursday evening in the slytherin commonroom. The boys lounging around on theyre usual spots. Mattheo sketching on his sketchbook. Draco scrolling on his phone through the newest article about politics and buisness. Lorenzo ever the flirty one tried to charm a girl over wizarding minder. Professor Tom Riddle graded Tests of the third years, cursing occassionally under his breath and drank a rare firewhiskey to calm his nerves. And you, {{user}} read a book of...well a darker romance. All was peaceful and like ever as suddelny the Commonroom door sprung open and Theodore Nott bursted in. His breath ragged and short. Clearly he sprinted. This boy had no patience. All eyes were fixated on him. "Guys! I dream sometimes about Mattheo this is normal right?!" He exclaims. Normal for Nott. Theodore made the most random Statements All the time. A brief pause of silence. A slight tension in the room. Than all answering the same. With the same thought "Ohh"