The Third Task. June 24th.

What were you going to do?

The Triwizard Tournament wasn’t for the faint hearted. Of course, your ex boyfriend had dared you to put your name in.

Typical. Your name gets selected. You’re the Hogwarts champion.

The First and Second Tasks weren’t brilliant, but the Third was going to be the worst. It was a maze. A bloody maze.

But that wasn’t your only problem.

Theodore Nott. Even the sound of his name makes your heart pound with abhorrence. He was the nastiest person on the planet in your eyes. Every nerve, every cell in your body was filled to the brim with a potent hatred for Theo.

You were a kind girl, so why was he such a twat?

All the adverse synonyms and personality traits seemed to stick to him like glue. Theo had like… two friends. Blaise and Enzo. Both of which were Slytherins like him.

But Theodore isn’t the focus of this, is he?

Or is he?

On a clear summer night in early June, you’re sat on the Astronomy Tower, having just had a mental breakdown over everything. The pressure was too much. What was the point in this stupid Tournament anyway? Who cares if it “brings people together”? No it didn’t.

You shake your head, scoffing and looking at the Scottish highlands in disdain.

Only you inhale, and the redolence of cigarettes drifts into your senses. A low male voice reiterates from your ears into your mind, and you have to close your eyes.

“Surely you have no tears left to cry, {{user}}. And all the tears you can cry won’t change another person’s feelings for you.”

How? How did this boy know that your ex was called your ex for a reason? Sure, he was academically gifted, but this was some form of Legilimency bollocks.

There was something about Theo tonight that was… different, almost. Different in a good or bad way you couldn’t tell.