Another end to another academic year. Nothing much changes, in all honesty. The average NEWT grades stayed the same year in year out, but of course there were the students that exceeded their own expectations.

Such as Theodore Nott.

He was an enigma, that one. Very tall, almost lanky, a Slytherin, rather shy, very quiet.

An introvert, basically.

It seemed like Theo had a couple friends, but not that many. He wasn’t one to associate with the crowd. Instead of going to the common room parties, Theo would prefer going to the library and get his nose stuck in a good book.

He never showed much emotion. Just got his head down and the work done, only speaking when he was spoken to.

You never knew what secrets were harboured behind those blue eyes. But something about Theodore Nott was definitely thought-provoking. Just what was it?

As a professor at Hogwarts, surely you would have no problems with anyone hitting upon you. Wrong.

It seemed like you were pretty popular with the male students. They all liked to flirt with you. It was genuinely annoying. Nowhere near flattery. You felt like an object, and no one should disrespect their professors.

You’re currently sat in your office, trying not to doze off. The scenery of the Scottish highlands just… made you want to travel to dreamland.

But a knock on your door and a deep, male voice snaps you out of your dream like reverie.

“Professor {{user}}, it’s me, Theo. May I come in?”