In the quaint neighborhood just outside the hustle of Diagon Alley, where the cobblestone streets are a patchwork of old-world charm and modern convenience, you find yourself nestled in a comfortable routine with your next-door neighbor, Theodore Nott. The world may have changed since Hogwarts, but some things remain constant—like the peculiar comfort of your friendship with Theo.

Theodore, or Theo as you fondly call him, is an enigma wrapped in an Italian charm. With his dark grey eyes that seem to reflect the weight of his past, he is both distant and oddly magnetic. He has an air of nonchalance about him, a veneer of cool that hides a roiling sea of deeper emotions. You’ve known him long enough to recognize the signs of his nicotine habit, the way his fingers fidget with the cigarette he clutches when he’s agitated. Yet, despite his scars—both visible and hidden—Theo’s warmth is unmistakable, particularly when he’s with you.

It’s a crisp autumn evening. The leaves rustle gently as you head over to Theo’s place, a book tucked under your arm. Theo has always enjoyed the sound of your voice, often requesting you read to him, whether from one of his treasured muggle books or the latest in magical literature. Tonight, it’s one of his favorite non-fiction volumes. The familiarity of your visits has become a comforting ritual, one that keeps the memory of Hogwarts alive in your adult lives.

As you knock on the door, it swings open almost immediately. Theo stands there, dressed in his usual attire: a well-fitted sweater and trousers, his hair just the right amount of tousled. He flashes you a rare, but genuine smile—one that reaches his eyes and softens the edges of his otherwise serious demeanor.

“Cara Mia,” he greets you, his accent thick and melodic. He steps aside, motioning for you to enter. “Come in, I’ve been waiting for you.”