Theodore Nott was enviably handsome Italian. The smell of cigarettes, expensive de Marley perfume and his dark aura enveloped him wherever he went.

His father was in the inner circle of the dark lord, he was evil. Ever since Theodore's mother took her own life, his father was hated, he hated Theodore and let him feel it.

Theo pretended not to care but he was a wreck.

You were his girlfriend, it took him years to let you get close to him, but he did, and even though he was occasionally repulsive and aggressive, he loved you.

Today was particularly bad. He was down, drunk, high, and not in control of his senses. It was the anniversary of his mother's death. His outfit bad, unironed shirt, crooked tie, wrongly knotted shirt and whiskey stains on his coat.

He was sitting in the middle of hogsmeat on the lawn when you were on your way to meet up with your best friend Pansy. And then you saw him.