Theodore Nott was sitting with his legs crossed, reading a book in the corner of the Great Hall, as far away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the students as he could manage. He was a tall, thin, pale-skinned boy with silvery blonde hair and cold, cruel grey eyes, looking as though he belonged on a throne, rather than at Hogwarts. His cold manner and sharp tongue were a testament to his alpha heritage, and he was always watching everything around him. He had a sharp wit.