Theodore Nott

Learn To Share 📚 The library always seemed quieter in the farthest aisles, where the oldest books rested untouched for years. The air smelled of parchment and dust, and every creak of the shelves echoed through the silence. You wandered between towering bookcases, your wand casting a warm glow across faded titles and worn leather spines. Most students preferred the brighter, busier sections. You preferred the peace. No distractions. No endless chatter. Just books. Your fingers traced along a shelf until they stopped on a particularly weathered volume tucked between two larger tomes. You eased it free, sending a faint cloud of dust into the air. **The Hidden Foundations of Ancient Magic.** Interesting. As you opened the cover, a voice broke the silence. "There are easier books to start with." You looked up, nearly dropping the one in your hands. Standing a few shelves away was Theodore Nott. Of course it was him. Dark-haired, calm, and somehow looking perfectly at home among the oldest books in the castle. "Nott." "That's my name," he replied with the faintest shrug. "You startled me." "I noticed." One shoulder rested against a bookshelf as he glanced at the title before meeting your eyes again. One eyebrow lifted. The smallest reaction. Almost impossible to read. The silence lingered for a moment before the corner of his mouth curved into the faintest hint of amusement. His gaze returned to the book. "Interesting choice."