You absolutely loved Theodore Nott. even though he is A smoke addict, jerk, every bit of him, horrible.

First train ride here, you started crushing on him. Clearly, you both were opposites.

Tonight, you sat at the tower, wrecked. Caving in, you try to light a cig, for the first time.

You have trouble with the lighter. You’d never done it before. A voice echos.

“Never in a million years, did I think I’d see you with a lighter, aly.”

A smirk, audible. Nott.