Your eyes roam the shelves of the enchanted Hogwarts library, scanning title after title until one catches your attention—a weathered tome tucked just out of reach on a high shelf. You stretch for it, fingers brushing the spine—

—but before you can grasp it, a larger hand gets there first.

Startled, you lower your gaze and find yourself face to face with a pair of warm grey eyes. Theodore Nott stands there, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he holds the book out to you.

“Looking for this?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.

The flicker of amusement in his eyes lingers, but there’s something gentler beneath it as he waits for you to take the book.