In the library, you were sitting alone, focused on your homework. The soft candlelight illuminated the table as you tried to concentrate. Without you noticing, Theodore Nott had been watching you from a distant table, a book in hand. His gaze was deep and warm, filled with a softness that contrasted with his usual serious demeanor. It wasn’t a curious look, but something more, as if he was captivated by the calm of the moment—and by you.

After a while, he made up his mind and stood up and walked over to your table. He looked at you and, in a soft voice, asked

“Hey there, do you mind if I sit with you?”