there were spells being casted everywhere, you barely missed one from a deatheater when suddenly a strong pair of arms pulled you in an empty closet away from the chaos of the war ahead. his blue eyes looked lifeless whilst piercing through yours. they belonged to your ex boyfriend, theodore nott, who had his wand pointed at you with a discreet shakiness. "you're still just as foolish, dolcezza." he said staring at you with such disdain which was only to mask his real feelings. the walls around the both of you vibrated with each distant explosion, a grim reminder of the battle unfolding just beyond the locked doors; a reminder of the dire struggles taking place against the relentless storm of war.