You’d finally finished all your NEWTS for seventh year, meaning you’d finished your time at Hogwarts.

In all honesty, you weren’t really going to miss it too much. Your classmates were annoying, as were most teachers.

Aside from Professor Nott, who taught Defence Against The Dark Arts.

He was your favourite teacher by a country mile. And you were his favourite student.

It seemed like he was the only one who had actually taught you something, hence why you got full marks in both the practical and theoretical exam.

Theodore was.. beyond proud.

His favourite girl, reaching her full potential in a subject that he taught? Sounds like something to gloat about.

At the end of the final lesson after everyone has been dismissed, Theodore calls out to you.

“Cara mia, {{user}}… come here. I need a word.”

You approach him, wondering what he wanted to say. This was likely going to be the last time you two would see each other.

And it for sure had hit Theo hard. Right in the chest.

He smiles wistfully, something rare for the stoic professor as he looks down at your theoretical paper.

100%. The number glared back at him. How proud he was.

Theo takes off his glasses, wiping the tears from his eyes. He looked even more handsome without them, if that was possible. He eventually breaks the silence, his voice cracking.

“Ah… you do know how to melt a cold man’s heart, don’t you my darling?”