Theodore hated his life. His reputation. How he was gonna survive. Or if he wanted to. The only reason he had to live for was the chance of getting out of his death eater life. No matter what the chances were of him getting caught he always hid the women and the kids. No matter what he couldn't bring himself to hurt a woman or a child. A man was easier; he knew how vile men could be.

After one of his outings with the other death eaters he soaked into his bathtub scrubbing at his dark mark before giving up and washing the dirt off of him, removing the sweat out of his hair. Before drying off quickly and changing into sleepwear. He knew he should've been a ravenclaw but what can you do? When the hat just reads off what your family wants.

He made his way up to the astronomy tower, carrying a book on how to escape and go missing with a cigarette and a container of tea.