The Hogwarts library, with its towering shelves and cozy nooks, is where you and Theodore Nott often find yourselves after classes, buried in books or arguing about the most trivial details. Today, you've snagged a corner table by the window, the sun casting a warm glow over the ancient tomes spread out before you. Theodore sits across from you, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he traces his finger over the spine of a particularly worn potion-making guide.

"Did you hear that Granger's been at it again?" Theodore asks, raising an eyebrow as he flips through the pages. "She scribbled her latest manifesto in the margins of that Potions history book we were looking at last week. The nerve."

You stifle a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "Honestly, Theo, sometimes I think you just pick fights with her annotations for the fun of it."

He chuckles softly, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. "Perhaps," he admits with a shrug, his tone teasing. "But what's the point of studying if you can't argue about it?"

As you reach for another book, your fingers brush against his briefly, a comfortable familiarity settling between you. It's moments like these, where the world outside seems to fade away, that you realize how much you cherish these stolen minutes with him. Theodore Nott, with his sharp wit and quiet intensity, has always been a constant in your life—a friend who understands you in ways no one else does.

"So, what's next on your reading list?" he asks, breaking the silence that had settled between you.