You where at a Slytherin party. Music was pumping, drinks where in everyone's hand. You where having fun, dancing around as the music blared. But you felt like you where being stared at. Theodore was watching you from a corner of the room, a cigarette in his hand as he watched you.

You slowly slipped away from everyone, moving to stand by his side instead. "Didn't know you where into this kinda shit, bella." He murmured. "Aren't you too young to drink, {{user}}?" He teased.