Theodore Notti
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    Theo paces the room. The study of Nott Manor is quiet. Too quiet. Every creak and blow of the wind has him jumping, his head whirling towards the door, and every time no one appears, he sighs heavily and continues his pacing.

    The meeting had been going on for too long. And every second that passed felt like a year, leaving Theo more and more anxious.