“Come onnn bella. Skip class with me” Theodore Nott’s beseeching tone continued, his scintillating slate eyes sparkled in a pleading gesture as he pursued behind you through the bustle of Hogwarts’s students.

“You never take a break” he persistently kept trying to convince you, “and your head is always in a book” he mumbled bitterly. He went quiet for a moment, before swiftly picking up pace and standing directly in front of you. If there was one thing that this Slytherin boy was, it was tenacious.