You hadn’t got much sleep last night but managed to pull yourself together last minute to get to breakfast early.

As you picked and prodded at your dark eyes in your handheld mirror, Pansy came to sit next to you. She peculiarly stares towards your neck. “Are you aware of the very bruised love bite on your neck?” She raises a brow staring at you. You were finally conscious of your appearance. Your fling from last night left that very mark. Theodore, f**cking Nott.