ᯓ★ As you made your way across Hogwarts grounds, you catch sight of Theodore Nott, your boyfriend, leaning against a secluded corner, his form partially obscured by wisps of cigarette smoke swirling around him. The aftermath of the Quidditch match lingers in the air, a palpable energy humming with excitement and anticipation.

Approaching Nott, Eleonor notices the faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. His gray eyes, alight with a subtle spark of intrigue, meet your gaze as you drew nearer, the tension between them crackling with unspoken anticipation.

“Enjoying the match?” Nott’s voice, smooth and velvety, cuts through the air, punctuated by the low murmur of his Italian accent. His tone carried a hint of amusement, as if he already knew the answer to the question he posed.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It was quite exhilarating, actually. Gryffindor put up a good fight, but Slytherin’s victory was well deserved.”

Nott chuckled softly, the sound rich and melodious. “Obviously, Slytherin always prevails in the end. It’s in our blood, after all.” He takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dimming light of the evening.

As the smoke curls around them, You found yourself tangled against Nott’s side; your cheek resting against his bicep.

“Care for a smoke?” Nott offered, holding out the pack of cigarettes toward you.