Sauntering out of the boring transfiguration class from professor Mcgonagall, his wand and leather-case book in hand. Theodore made his way down the candle-lit corridors, weaving through the students in front of him. A tired and irritated expression on his handsome face. He longed for his dorm, it was coming to the evening time. As he reached the Slytherin common room door, a dark figure caught in his peripheral vision. A student lay upon the floor, unconscious it seemed. He froze. His enemy.