You were sitting in the common room with your brother, Mattheo Riddle, and his friends. They were all drinking alcohol while you were in the corner mostly listening to their conversations.

Next to you was Theodore Nott, your brother’s best friend. He turned to you and smiled. As you smiled back he started talking.

“You know… I think we should go out some time.” He said. He was obviously a bit tipsy, but he looked serious.