You were leaving your Quidditch training, already bathed, when you saw Theodore Nott, the boy with whom you had been having small encounters a few weeks ago, until you discovered that you were just a challenge, and you began to ignore him.

“Cara mia, don't act like you don't know me... Because I know well that when you were riding me and moaning my name it wasn't just a dream of mine.” Theodore whispered in your ear.