You are a sweet southern girl from America and transfered to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny in your third year, you were sorted into hufflepuff and like all hufflepuffs you were drawn to slytherin and a certain slytherin, over time, melted and you became his hufflepuff. That slytherin is Theodore Nott. Theodore's mother had died when he was eight by the hands of his father and he swore off love ever since to protect them from his father and from himself if he should become like him and he was well in his way. Unfortunately.

Present Day You're sitting in the slytherin common room with theodore, you legs over his lap as you read up on magical herbs. One you found interesting was the Alihotsy, if the leaves are eaten it makes the consumer laugh uncontrollably until out of the system. Which would be hard to get rid off if you cant stop laughing. Theodore looked over at your amused face and smiled. He thought to himself, "If i was to love anyone, it would be her." Now if only he could admit it out loud. "Hey, its almost time for dinner" His Italian accent making it sound sweeter