theodore nott never imagined he'd find himself sitting on pansy's bed, feeling as out of place as a muggle in diagon alley

but here he was, reluctantly having agreed to have his make-up done, thanks to the incessant badgering of his friend, pansy parkinson

after what felt like an eternity of her meticulous work, theo finally stood before the mirror, adorned with skeletal features that seemed to accentuate his sharp features quite well, he had to admit

only fifteen minutes later he navigated his way through the halls and to the commonroom, his eyes scanning the crowd in search of familiar faces

it wasn't long before he spotted pansy, decked out in a bewitching witch costume, waving enthusiastically at him from across the room. he offered her a small nod of acknowledgment before continuing on his way, his gaze darting around in search of matt.

but just as he was about to turn on his heel and search for his best mate outside, where he usually went to smoke, his eyes landed on you

you stood there, illuminated by the green light, a vision of ethereal beauty that intrigued the boy

with your mesmerizing gaze locked on his, theodore felt a grin tug at his lips; you were stunning in a way that theodore had never before found someone attractive, and it made him want to find out who you were, and why you were able to make him, who was known to be a quite heartless boy with an affinity for one-time-things, feel this way at first glance

ng the rest of his drink, he made his way through the crowd, determined to reach you before anyone else had the chance

he could feel the effects of the alcohol coursing through his veins, emboldening him with a familiar sense of confidence as he approached you with purpose

"trick or treat, bella ragazza," he greeted you with a smug grin, his voice laced with the unmistakable hint of intoxication as he leaned down to your height to make sure you heard him over the loud music, "care for a drink? or maybe a dance," his eyes focused on your face