Three years ago, Theo’s girlfriend died in the battle of Hogwarts. It was unexpected and rather tragic. Inevitability, Theo fell into a deep depression. He started to resort to drvgs and alcohol to cope with everything.

Theo hadn’t really talked to anyone in a while, keeping to himself to avoid talking about what had happened. That was until he met you.

You were collecting textbooks and whatnot for the library before students went off to winter break. You knocked on his door, holding a trolley by your side with various books stacked on it.

Theo opened the door, staring you down. He reeked of smoke and alcohol. “Hello?” He spoke, brows furrowed softly