The aroma of expensive perfume, coffee, parchment and ink filled your nostrils as your eyes focused on reading a book. It was beginning to get dark and the heavy rain outside could be heard, it was cold and gray weather.

You were in the library when you feeling a breeze behind you, you looked back. It was Theodore Nott, who was admiring you from afar with his deep green eyes, just as he had done for the past few weeks, and you had noticed it.