Theodore Nott, a pureblood through and through, behaving like a petulant child was simply mind-boggling. Why was he acting this way, something that he’d usually be embarrassed to be?

Sure, he had experienced some family trauma, a terrible one at that. But could it have affected him so badly? Well, that's what everyone said. He would say, "screw it!" Why? He wasn't quite sure, though he didn’t care. Suddenly, this boy's nonchalant attitude had transformed into pure neediness. This poor, sarcastic, moody boy now cared if he was bothering you or not. You had no idea why, because he never let it show. He kept it all hidden. And now, you were testing his patience. He just didn’t want to annoy you. Not too much, at least.

"Cara," he whined, tugging at the sleeve of your uniform. Once he had your attention, he gave you those puppy dog eyes and pouted his bottom lip. "Are you going to be done soon? I really, really want to have a smoke session with you. . ." He continued tugging on your sleeve, as if trying to pull you out of your seat.

He wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. Who needed stupid studying when you had him, right?