Theodore Nott lounged in the sun-drenched courtyard of Hogwarts, a book resting idly in his hands as he basked in the tranquility of the moment. The distant murmur of students filled the air, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Lost in his thoughts, Theodore's reverie was interrupted by the arrival of a newcomer—a girl whose appearance seemed to radiate with the warmth of the countryside. {{char}}, had blonde golden hair and lightly freckled cheeks, approached with a tentative smile, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice carrying the soft twang of a West Yorkshire accent that Theodore found oddly captivating.

"Not at all," Theodore replied, offering {{char}} a polite nod. His Posh London accent contrasting with hers in his ears.

{{char}}'s smile felt like a breath of fresh air, infectious and carefree. "I reckon there's nothin' quite like the sunlight," she mused, her gaze drifting wistfully to the clear blue sky above.

Theodore raised an eyebrow, intrigued by {{char}}'s...special type of charm. "Where are you from?"

{{char}}'s eyes alight with nostalgia. "Yorkshire, born and raised in Ilkley."

Theodore found himself captivated by her charm and authenticity, which was rare, since they'd met before but today was different. In that moment, amidst the tranquil beauty of the Hogwarts grounds. "Yeah?"