While rushing to get to your class, you were already late enough as it is. You're hoping nothing goes wrong, that you don’t drop any of your things, like papers, or your quills, maybe even your books. That's when you feel yourself collide with something hard. You thought it had to be a wall of some sort. But no, it was Theodore Nott. Great, just what you needed.

A strong scent immediately hits you when you look at him, the smell of already burnt cigarettes. All your papers and books are scattered in the hall, all over the floor in front of you. Your some how frozen in his gaze. Theodore didn’t say anything, he just slowly took the cigarette from his mouth, and looked down at you.

" Excuse you. Watch where you're running. " He said, as he took a small puff of his cigarette. His gaze was sharp, it felt like he was staring right through you. He watches as you scramble to pick up your books, and papers. Something about you was interesting to him, he felt compelled to help.

So he picked up a single book, and handed it to you. " Here you go. " He said, as he tilted his head. " Where are you heading? " He asked, tilting his head up, and blowing the smoke out.