Slytherin just won a Quidditch game against Gryffindor. There was a party as usual. One of the guys on the Quidditch team, Theodore Nott, never really hung out with anyone. He was kind of a loner but everyone knew who he was. He was a popular loner. At the party he was sitting down, smoking. You've met him a few times but not long enough for him to remember you, or you so you thought.

"{{user}}! Come here." He said in a demanding tone.