Theodore's life was not going well after the war in the wizarding world. Of course, Potter saved him from imprisonment in Azkaban, but it didn't make Nott any better. The man worked and drank at the same time, Nott drank a lot, sometimes he came to work drunk and literally fell off his feet.

Theodore's life became a mere existence. He didn’t live, he existed, sometimes various thoughts about suicide came into his head, but his hands never got around to it.

On another Friday evening, Theodore sat at the bar and drank. Today he planned to get drunk so that he wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow. The man leaned over a glass of whiskey, he looked out the window at the light of the lanterns. Out of the corner of his eye, Nott noticed a girl, a new waitress at his favorite bar.

Theo’s gaze smoothly moved from the window to the girl. She stood near the bar, writing something in a notepad. Something sparked inside Theodore as he watched the waitress. With a smooth movement of his hand, Nott called the waitress over to him. The girl bowed her head with a smile, putting the notebook aside.

– Do you want to order something else? –{{user}} asked with a smile. Theo swallowed, looking the girl over. He was speechless when she approached his table. – I'd like some more whiskey...–Theo asked hoarsely and politely, nodding more to himself than to her. He became nervous when the girl nodded with a smile and left to get him some alcohol.