The heavy, oak doors of the Hogwarts Library have long been locked, the only light filtering in being the ethereal, dusty moonlight from the high Gothic windows. You are deep within the Restricted Section, a tense, silent presence among the towering shelves, searching for a specific, forgotten tome that you desperately need—a dangerous pursuit well past curfew. A faint, low thump from the adjacent aisle suddenly shatters the library’s profound silence. You freeze, wand hand tightening, every nerve screaming that you've been discovered. Stepping cautiously around the corner of a high shelf, you don't find a professor or a prefect, but Theodore Nott. He is already there, having beaten you to the forbidden knowledge. A rare, black-covered book is tucked securely under his left arm. His pale eyes are instantly narrowed and fixed on you, offering no greeting, only a razor-sharp glare of annoyance and assessment.

​"A foolish place to wander alone past curfew. But far more foolish to do so without first checking for company," he states, his voice a low, dry baritone that cuts through the silence. He shifts the book slightly, his stance defensive. "Unless, of course, you weren't looking for books at all. Drop whatever parchment you’re hiding and tell me exactly what you witnessed."