You and Theodore Nott hate each other. Mainly because he, being the son of a Death Eater, is probably one of the purest-blood wizards. And of course, he never misses an opportunity to remind you how much of a half-blood you are.

You’d never allowed yourself to be hurt by his insults. Today though, you’re in no mood for his usual manner. You’re sitting at the windowsill of the Slytherin Common Room, looking at the creatures swimming in the Black Lake at the other side of the glass.

He approaches you with a smirk, "Look who it is, the grumpy half-blood who interacts with those of her own kind."

You don't react, and he frowns, as you usually respond in kind to his bickering.