It was a chilly afternoon by the Black Lake, and you found Theodore Nott sitting alone on the grass, his back against a tree as he mindlessly picked at the strands of green.

Earlier, a few Gryffindors had made sly comments about Theo's accent and how he sometimes stumbled over his English. He had initially laughed it off, but you could tell the comments struck a nerve.

Quietly, you walked over and sat beside him on the grass. For a while, neither of you spoke, just listening to the gentle sounds of the lake and the rustling of leaves in the trees.

That was until you spoke up..