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An Enigma Unravelled: 100 Drabbles For Theodore Nott - Sa13+ http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i9...axiesiggie.jpg 100 Drabbles For Theodore Nott http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i9...axie/image.png Finished: 18th March, 08 :: 12: 20 PM ________________ 1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. Torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. Act 52. Bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70 Team. 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. Author's choice 79. Author's Choice 80. Author's Choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. Sweet Tooth 89. Past 90. Present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework Pink = Finished - * - Theme # 1: Herbology. For Theodore Nott, Herbology couldn’t have been more boring. And the Venomous Tentacula made him yawn. He threw a piece of parchment at Pansy. She quickly threw it back at him. He caught it. Beneath an “I love you” in his own handwriting, an “I love you too” was scrawled untidily. She smiled at him, unaware of the Venomous Tentacula leave scrawling up her arm. “Aargggghh,” she screamed, and fainted. Theodore smiled, satisfied. That should pay her back for telling him she loved him in front of the whole school. What a coward, he thought. And he turned back to his own plant. |
Theme # 21: Veela Theodore leaned forward in his seat. For him, the Quidditch World Cup had been a rather lacklustre event. Up till now, the most exciting occurrence had been the appearance of old Archie. Now, however, he was beginning to think differently. They were pretty, those Veelas. He leaned forward slightly, a smirk on his face as he looked down. From behind, someone pinched him. “Ouch, Pansy, go flirt with Malfoy,” he said, wrenching his eyes away from the sight below. “He’s in the top box,” she replied sourly. “But I have my eyes on him.” Theodore shrugged. “I don’t,” he said, looking back at the Veelas. |
Theme # 49: Yule Ball “She loves me, she loves me not.” The last rose petal fell on the polished floor and Theodore stamped his foot in frustration. He sighed as he gazed at her messy blonde hair and wide eyes, the very picture of, in his own opinion, perfection. “What are you staring at like that, Nott?” Draco demanded suspiciously, appearing behind him. “Nothing,” he said quickly, turning away. But as Draco left, he turned back to look at her – She was standing there, with the lucky Ravenclaw who had brought her to the Yule Ball. He smiled at her. Luan Lovegood smiled dreamily back. |
Theme # 41: Thestrals “What? You can see Thestrals?” Draco demanded, watching Theodore stroking the air. Lazily, almost absent-mindedly, Theodore jerked his head in a yes. Draco ogled at him. “That day … When Hagrid asked ….” Draco began. “You didn’t raise your hand …” he stopped, rather lamely. Theodore looked up at him in a so-what attitude and shrugged. Pansy’s eyes were wider than they had ever been before – Even wider than the occasion when Malfoy had been turned into an amazing bouncing Ferret. “Whom did you see die?” Draco asked, taking a step closer to him. “My father,” Theodore replied, a very enigmatic smile playing around his lips. |
Theme # 98: Pajamas As he drowsily descended the staircase leading towards the Slytherin Common Room, Theodore realized right away that something was not right. People were staring at him. Scowling, he left the common room, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He took a right turn and walked into the Great Hall. At once, each pair of eyes in the Hall turned towards him and goggled at him. Someone let out a snort of laughter. Theodore Nott raised an eyebrow. “What the –?” he began, but he was cut off by an irate Professor McGonagall, half-running his direction. “Nott,” she practically shouted. “What do you think you’re doing out here in your Pajamas, boy?” |
Theme # 24: House Elf Theodore Nott had always longed for a House Elf. Not one like this, however. “Young master called?” Kreacher asked, bowing, adding in an undertone, “Oh, and the shame of being given to the Nott boy, oh the shame, the shame.” “What have you been doing in my room?” Theodore thundered. “Kreacher has been cleaning,” came the reply, followed by a “Kreacher must save the sacred –” “Sacred what?” Theodore demanded sharply. “Kreacher is cleaning,” the House Elf replied, slinking away from the room. Theodore turned his back to him, infuriated. He didn’t see Kreacher grab his precious gold watch as the house elf left. Revenge, in Kreacher’s opinion, was sweet. |
Nothing could daunt Theodore Nott – At least, that was what he thought. And, sitting in a compartment at the front of the train, he was now telling this to Draco Malfoy, who was merely snorting sarcastically. “I could scare you right now, Nott,” Draco sneered. “Oh yeah –” Theodore began, but he suddenly stopped short; the colour drained from his face. “Intimidated already, Nott?” Draco asked jeeringly. Theodore did not reply. He was staring out of the window, open-mouthed – He could have bet any number of galleons he had just seen Harry Potter suspended in mid-air, clutching the sides of a Ford Anglia. |
Theme # 94: Allergic “A-Cho-o-OO!” Theodore had never entertained the possibly of being allergic to anything, ever before. However, it seemed he was. And it certainly wasn’t the weather. “A-CHOO,” he sneezed again, louder this time, just as Draco stepped inside the classroom and sat down next to him. “A-a-a-a-a-CHOO-oo.” Professor McGonagall let out an exasperated sigh and marched over to him, carrying the pincushion she had just transfigured. “Are you allergic to cats, Mr. Nott?” she asked sharply. “No, Professor,” Theodore replied, glancing at Draco and sneezing again, leaving everyone in no doubt that this allergy was a pretended one. “I’m allergic to Draco.” |
Theme # 81: Depression Depression was eating him from within; Theodore Nott curled up in his four-poster and stared miserably into his pillow. The slight creak of the dormitory door made him look up. A figure entered and slumped down on the bed beside him. “Nott?” someone said, but Theodore did not reply. He was trying to repress the thoughts swirling in his mind. A shudder went up his spine every time he thought of what loomed in front of him. He did not want to do it, but his mother was forcing him to. She was forcing him to get his hair cut. |
Theme # 100: Homework A short sequel to Very-Short-“Cuts” “Oh, hello, what happened to your hair?” Luna’s dreamy voice floated towards Theodore as he entered the Library. His insides shrivelled with embarrassment as he bent towards his homework. “Shove off, Loony,” he hissed. “Oh, that’s not at all very nice, you know,” Lily replied dreamily, tipping back her chair. She leant back too far and the chair fell on its back with a bang. The vulture-like librarian instantly pounced on them. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Homework,” Theodore said very quietly, and he quickly turned around and left. Luna would deal with the Librarian. He knew that. |
Theme # 99: Newspaper As Theodore at down at breakfast, an owl landed in front of him with his daily edition of The Quibbler. He found it hard to conceal, at times, his affection for the magazine. He smoothed out the copy and – – Spilled juice down his front. A huge picture of Harry Potter was staring up at him from the front. His eyes narrowed as they slid down the column, reading the piece. Then he stopped. That Potter had named his father as a Death Eater – He would pay. Then, suddenly, Theodore laughed. Everyone knew not to take The Quibbler seriously. Why should he? |
Theme # 28: Timeturner For anyone who doesn’t get what this drabble means – Kindly type in “August 6, 1945” in your Search Engine. Thanks. “Ouch.” Theodore looked up, finding that he had bumped into Hermione, knocking her off her feet. She looked around frantically, and he noticed something lying nearby. As he picked it up, Hermione tried to wrench it away from him. Suddenly, he was rushing through a whirlwind of noise. Then he landed, in some sort of Japanese building. “Where are we?” Theodore demanded, raising an eyebrow. Biting her lip, Hermione pointed to the calendar on the nearest wall, showing the day’s date. “So what?” Theodore asked, without looking. “My time-turner’s broken,” Hermione replied in a choked whisper, staring, horrified, at the Calendar – The date read: August 6, 1945. |
Theme # 8: Potions Whoever invented Potions should be skinned alive, Theodore thought as Snape passed his cauldron. If there was one thing he despised more than Dumbledore, it was Potions. Snape was now standing with his back to him. Cautiously, Theodore dipped the end of his robes in his cauldron and set it on fire. Smoke spread throughout the classroom. “Longbottom?” Snape shouted. “Did you set your cauldron on fire again –?” But the rest of his words were drowned by a chorus of laughter from the Gryffindors. Theodore didn’t mind. - After all, he didn’t like Snape any more than he liked the Gryffindors. |
Theme # 61: Kiss “Malfoy, what are you doing?” Theodore Nott stopped in his tracks as he entered the Boys Dormitory. In the darkness, he saw Draco hastily hide something under his pillow. He could have sworn Draco had been kissing a … “Nothing,” Draco said tersely. “Go to bed.” Not pressing the point, Theodore climbed into bed. He woke up a little after seven, by which time Draco was nowhere to be seen. Perfect, he thought. Noiselessly removing Draco’s pillow, he risked a peek beneath. There, lying underneath, was a hideously sweet Teddy Bear, the note attached to it reading “For my Draco, Love Mommy.” |
Theme # 23: Telescope As Professor Sinistra swept past the students, Theodore Nott hastily focused his telescope on Jupiter, and began to write down the names of the planets he could see. But, as the Professor turned around, he shifted it again, staring at a mane of messy blonde hair, underneath which two, misty eyes were visible. They had a mystique beauty about them, he thought, submitting his class-work to Professor Sinistra. “Mr. Nott?” Theodore turned around. Professor Sinistra had one eyebrow raised as she wordlessly handed him back his parchment, and he reread what he had just written: Ganymede. Iio. Loony Lovegood. |
Theme # 22: Kneazle Maybe he should be nicer to Luna, Theodore reflected as he watched her leave a classroom, carrying what looked like a shapeless log. “Hello, Luna,” he said. “It’s part Kneazle,” Luna said dreamily, without replying to his greeting, and pointing to what she was carrying. “Kneazles are forming an army to take over the Ministry by turning people into Kneazles, too.” Theodore couldn’t help it; he snorted. “They are,” Luna insisted, eyes half-closed. Suddenly, the cat jumped down from her hands and poked its sharp claw in Theodore’s socks. He yelped. “And did I mention –? They bite.” And Luna walked away. |
Theme # 25: Sorting Hat Theodore drummed his thin fingers along the side of his house table as the first years were sorted. Midgets, he thought dispassionately. “Slytherin,” the hat shouted and a tiny first year stumbled over to their table, blushing madly. “What’s your name?” Malfoy shot at him immediately. Blush. “You don’t blush in Slytherin,” Malfoy said disgustedly. “Get a grip.” “E – E – Euan,” the boy stammered. Blush. “Euan What?” Malfoy demanded. “M-mind y-your own business,” the boy squeaked. It was Malfoy’s turn to blush now. “You don’t blush in Slytherin, mate,” Theodore said, smirking, and he threw a napkin at Malfoy. “Get a grip.” |
Theme # 26: Quill “Did you bring what I asked you to, Mr. Nott?” Dolores Umbridge asked in a honeyed voice. Theodore forced himself not to swear; he hated her more than, perhaps, Harry himself, for she was not letting them learn; but he wanted to learn defensive techniques only because he had rowed with Ginny Weasley twice in the past week. “Yes, Professor,” he said, handing her a quill with an unusually sharp and pointed end. A cunning smile spread over Umbridge’s countenance. “Thank you, Mr. Nott,” she said softly. “And remember – Not a word to anyone.” “I will, Professor,” Theodore said, suddenly smiling. And he would be sure to land Ginny Weasley in detention, too, he thought as he left. |
Theme # 6: Divination Theodore absent-mindedly scratched his cheek with the tip of his quill; Divination, he thought, was more boring than words could say. He laid it aside – and found Pansy Parkinson staring at him. Again. “I thought you were heads over heels in love with Malfoy,” he snapped at her from the corner of his mouth. “That is not what my tealeaves say,” she said, smirking. “What do they say then?” he asked, trying not to snort. Only last time Pansy had told him how the letters T and P were inseparable. “That I am not,” she replied, sniggering. “He is.” |
Theme # 71: Untie Theodore was bored. And he wasn’t feeling particularly happy either – Earlier that evening, Draco Malfoy had tripped him in the Entrance Hall, on purpose, exhibiting his knowledge of muggle ways of revenge. How pathetic, he thought. But, maybe, Theodore wasn’t such a novice when it came to Muggle revenge, either. In the darkness, he tightened the knot on the end of the rope, binding a slim figure to a stick, in the midst of the Forbidden Forest. “Untie me, now, Nott,” Draco hissed, struggling to free himself. Without replying, Theodore left, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. |
Theme # 2: Muggle Studies Theodore Nott had only discovered recently how much he enjoyed attending his Muggle Studies lessons; in fact, he was beginning to like the class more and more everyday – It was amazing. Right now, he wasn’t really listening to what the Professor was saying. In fact, he hadn’t taken in a single word of the Professor’s lecture till now. He was wholly engrossed in staring at the front of the class, where a misty-eyed Ravenclaw with messy hair sat, talking animatedly to Ginny Weasley, who was nodding politely. He loved Muggle Studies – Really. It was one class Luna Lovegood never missed. Never. |
Theme # 3: Transfiguration Professor McGonagall marched through the students, handing out their Transfiguration essays. She gave Draco a stern look as she handed over his essay to him; an inky P scrawled across it. Theodore tried to hide himself from view, but it was not to be – Professor McGonagall stepped up to him. However, there was a strange smile playing around her lips as she passed him his essay. “You’ve improved, Nott,” she said. Relieved, Theodore took his essay and gazed at the tiny grade – It was a T. Thank God, he thought to himself. Last time, it had been a – T. |
Theme # 4: Ancient Runes Ancient Runes was, in one word, boring. Theodore wondered why he had ever taken the subject in the first place. And Professor Opteryx was no help. It seemed the man was bent upon forcing you to end up in detention. He sketched upon his parchment as the Professor explained about a certain rune. Then – “MR. NOTT!” “Yes, Professor?” he asked, startled. “What are you doing there, boy?” The Professor asked dangerously, as he snatched the parchment from Theodore. He stared at it for a second; then he raised an eyebrow. There, in flowing robes, was a sketch of Luna Lovegood. |
Theme # 18: Whomping Willow “Ouch.” Brushing dust off his robes, Theodore Nott straightened up, almost having been whacked by the Whomping Willow. He hated that tree – Of course, he loved adventure, and despite all the resistance the tree had been putting up against him for the last few years, he had still not given up hope of finding a way past it. Frustrated, he kicked the tree; hard. Whack! He didn’t jump aside in time – A huge branch smacked him unkindly in the back, sending him flying through the air. Ouch, he thought bitterly, landing face-down on the ground. And he kicked it again. |
Theme # 92: Chocolate There were probably more than a hundred and one reasons why Theodore Nott loved chocolate much. First off, it was so … – chocolaty. Well, it was. Really. And it always made him feel better. “Mmmm,” he thought, shoving half a bar of chocolate in his mouth and devouring it greedily. Pansy, who had been watching him intently only a moment ago, turned away, suddenly looking rather shocked. Shooting her a quick glance from the corner of his eye, Theodore could not help smiling to himself. Watching her distasteful expression, he had to smirk; did he mention –? Pansy despised chocolate. |
Theme # 93: Chicken Cluck. Cluck. Cluck. Sitting on his bed, all huddled up, Theodore Nott stared around the empty dormitory, and wish someone would arrive soon. He had no idea whatsoever about how it happened, but there was a fierce chicken now running wildly about his dormitory. Theodore had tried to chase it away with his wand, but his wand now lay on the ground, broken into two. Cluck. Cluck. Cluck. Theodore backed as the chicken began to cluck loudly again, pushing himself closer to his bedpost. He hated to admit it, but he was scared. A lot. – Scared of chickens. |
Theme # 91 – Future Theodore Nott didn’t want to think about the Future. He already knew what his future would be like; it was, you could say, already planned. He would have to take his place as a death eater, follow the Dark Lord’s bidding, and be an object of terror to the Wizarding World. A few years ago, the very thought thrilled him. Now, however, his personality was altered. That was not what he wanted; the mere thought of cursing others no longer excited and animated him. Now, all he wanted was the attention of a certain, misty-eyed Ravenclaw with very messy blonde hair. |
Theme # 95 – Snowball There was a thwacking noise as a snowball flew Theodore’s way, and hit him, hard, on the head. He turned around angrily, in time to see Fred and George snickering heartily. Before he could go and confront them, however, a misty voice floated up to him. “Oh, are you alright?” Luna Lovegood asked, walking dreamily towards him. “I don’t think so. Did you know the Ministry has been planning to hypnotize people by feeding them some dangerous snowballs that it has specially developed.” She nodded wisely to herself, and Theodore rolled his eyes. Strangely enough, he half-believed her. |
Theme # 96 – Socks Sitting on the edge of his seat, Theodore Nott wondered why Luna seemed so odd today…. Not that she always didn’t, it just looked even queerer today. Then he realized she was wearing one blue, and one yellow sock. “You’re wearing mismatching socks,” he pointed out as he passed her after class. Luna nodded vaguely. “Oh yes, quite odd, isn’t it?” she said. “Strangely enough, I have another pair of socks, exactly like this one,” she added, pointing to the socks she was wearing. Theodore paused in his tracks for a second; Luna Lovegood was better than he had ever imagined. |
Theme # 97 – Dictionary Theodore flipped aimlessly through his brand new Ancient Runes Dictionary. This, he thought as he untidily scribbled down the meaning of a particularly cumbersome Rune, was boring, useless work. He would have been better implies torturing some new first year. He flung away the book, and it landed right next to the table Hermione Granger was working on. He saw her bend down and pick it up, then immerse herself in it. He raised an eyebrow, wondering how Runes could interest anyone. As far as he was concerned, he was giving up. Picking his bag, he left the Library. |
Theme # 90 – Present The First Part to a Three-Part Drabble Tale Live in the Present – A wise Ravenclaw had once very dreamily told him that. But Theodore was finding that hard to do at the moment; he was fed up with Potions, that obnoxious Snape, and the properties of Moonstone. And the maddening D’s, which he constantly kept receiving on his Potions Homework. “Wish I could get back at Snape, somehow,” he thought bitterly, clenching his fists as he drew a preposterous cartoon of Snape on a piece of parchment, deciding to slip it underneath the door of Snape’s office the next day. If only he could. If only. |
Theme # 85 – Snappish The Second Part to a Three-Part Drabble Tale Trichhhhhhh. Theodore’s quill broke in two, his elbow hit the inkpot, and ink spilled all over his drawing of Snape. He was beginning to grow very snappish now. Crunching the paper in his fist, and half-ran out of the Slytherin Common Room, right up to Professor Snape’s office. Quietly, he bent down and slipped the cartoon in Snape’s office, through the tiny space beneath the door. It made him feel much better; he turned around, smirking to himself. He could just imagine the expression of fury on Snape’s face when he would find that drawing inside his office. Mischief Managed. |
Theme # 84 – Angry The Third and Last Part to a Three-Part Drabble Tale He was half-way up the corridor, when – “Mr. Nott.” Theodore knew that voice only too well. He turned around slowly to see Snape emerging from his office, softly closing the door behind him, a familiar parchment in his pale, thin hands. “Did you, by any chances, slip this in, Theodore?” he asked; there was an expression of suppressed anger on his face as he spoke. “Of course not, Professor,” Theodore replied, trying to feign innocence. Then, all of a sudden, Snape’s eyes were boring into his own … “Detention with me this week,” Snape said silkily, turning around smoothly and leaving. |
Theme # 86 – Daring In twenty-four hour’s time, the Graduation Ball would start, and Theodore still didn’t have a partner. He knew whom he wanted to ask, but that would be a test of daring too great for him. “Um, Luna,” he said, seeing her alone later on. “Will you go to the Ball with me?” Her eyes widened. “As a friend,” he added quickly. She beamed. “Oh, yes!” She walked off, but he felt his spirits drown. He had asked her to the ball, yes – But he had also ruined a chance of telling her how much he liked her. |
Theme # 88 – Past Staring at the tiny moving person in the photograph, Theodore smirked. It was his father. Looking at the photograph, Theodore found himself transported down his memory lane. His father – He’d hated that man. He had been a selfish traitor; the Order had regarded him as their double-agent, and the death eaters, too, had thought him their double-agent, while he had been fooling both sides for his own purposes. Theodore had finished with him before anyone else could, though. He was dead now, and though Theodore would never have admitted it, he had a larger hand in his death than anyone could suspect. He yawned sleepily, rolling over to his side. |
Theme # 43 – Headmaster The gargoyle sprang to life at his approach without a password. Theodore wondered why the Headmaster wanted to see him; he didn’t exactly dislike the Headmaster – He retained a special admiration for his manner, but he also considered him a nuisance to the Dark Side. “Ahh, Theodore,” Dumbledore said, emerging from the shadows. “As I understand it, you recently set Professor Snape’s desk on fire – Is that correct?” he asked, not at all sternly. “Yes, Professor,” Theodore replied, not meeting his gaze. “Keep up the good work, then,” And, with a wink, the Headmaster dismissed an astounded Theodore. |
Theme # 32 – Common Room The Slytherin Common Room was full of the usual laughter and chatter that a Celebration party ought to have. Slytherin had won back the Quidditch Cup at long last, after several years of struggling against the Gryffindors. Theodore was enjoying himself, too. He had to admit that thumping Draco so hard in the back that he managed to knock out all his breath, under pretence of congratulating him, was definitely both amusing and entertaining. But, all the same, it seemed that the Party was missing something. Then, all of a sudden, Theodore realized it; but of course. It was the absence of – Luna Lovegood. |
Theme # 66 – Pace Hagrid was striding at the head of a class at a pace that was extremely difficult to keep up with. Theodore Nott half-ran behind him, trying not to fall behind. He nearly stumbled, only to straighten up and see that Hagrid had still not slowed down. He followed at a pace he didn’t usually maintain while walking. Thestrals. So that was what Hagrid had been so keen to show them. As most of the others looked around confusedly, Theodore slumped against the wall of the paddock. They were just a bunch of animals. Really. Who cared about them, anyway. |
Theme # 67 – Quell Not seeing where he was going, Theodore crashed head-first into somebody. “Watch where you’re going,” he hissed. “That’s not too nice of you,” a vague voice replied. Theodore looked up to see Luna. Oh-oh. “Yeah, it isn’t,” he said sarcastically. “Which is why you’d better keep out of my way.” “A sworlugwot must have gotten you,” Luna continued, turning away. “They make you forget your way, and collide with others.” Theodore had no response – There was one thing you could say about Luna Lovegood, he thought, watching her figure in the distance. You couldn’t anger her … – And you couldn’t quell her, |
Theme # 87 – Plaid Draco didn’t like Plaid in the least – Which accounted for his scowl, which was now slowly deepening, as he eagerly opened his Christmas Present from Theodore, only to reveal a Plaid shirt. “Nott,” he called over to the bed next to his, where another boy was lying. “What the –?” came the groggy response, as Theodore stirred. “You know I absolutely hate Plaid,” Draco replied, disgustedly. “Oh, I forgot,” Theodore responded with a smirk, closing his eyes again and pulling his blanket over himself, but his tone seemed to make it more than just clear that he had not really forgotten. |
Theme # 88 – Sweet Tooth After spending hours over the matter, Theodore still couldn’t decide what Luna would adore as a Christmas Present. His best guess so far had been a pair of mismatching socks, but he could not bring himself to send her that. In the end, he almost gave up; almost, but not quite. “Kreacher,” he shouted, and the elf appeared, muttering and frowning. “Make sure this reaches Luna Lovegood,” he told the elf, handing him a box of candy, wrapped in a beautiful golden sheet of paper. He’d decided she would enjoy it – After all, who didn’t enjoy savouring their sweet tooth? |
Theme # 31 – Dress Robes The sun peeked out from underneath a blanket of silvery clouds, sending a shower of golden rays below. Theodore Nott entered Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop, looking around. He needed a new set of dress robes. He just wasn’t sure what colour to choose. As he ran his fingers over a deep jade robe, intending to buy it, he noticed someone leaving the shop – Luna; there was a pair of spangled silver robes in her hands. He turned away from the jade robes, not wanting to buy them any longer. Glittering silver – That was what he was looking for, now. |
Theme # 30 – Feast The Slytherin House Table erupted in a volcano of noise as, in the very midst of the table, Vincent Crabbe suddenly turned into a huge canary, sprouting feathers. A few moments later, though, he returned to his usual sluggish self, looking extremely disgruntled. “Those stupid Weasleys and their canary creams,” Draco hissed furiously, glaring at the Gryffindor Table. In the corner of his own table, absolutely unnoticed, Theodore couldn’t help laughing his head off. He would have to thank those two, sometime, for selling him those creams; the scenario had been more entertaining than he had expected it to be. |
Theme # 29 – Pensieve Theodore Nott stepped inside the Headmaster’s office, wondering why he had been called there. Entering, he looked around, only to find the place empty. An eerie glow flitted out of a cabinet nearby, and natural curiosity made him want to walk over to it, and see what it was. He slowly edged towards it, and opened the cabinet. There was an ancient Pensieve inside it. His fingers were almost touching the silvery substance swirling inside, when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, hastily shutting the cabinet. Dumbledore had arrived, and he could only wonder what memories the Pensieve had contained. |
Theodore Nott slipped on his dragonhide gloves as he squeezed the puss out of the beans that Professor Sprout had provided them. “I’m not touching this stuff,” Pansy whined from the other end of the room, refusing to go near the tray she was supposed to be sharing with Draco. Theodore suddenly had an idea. “Hey, Pansy, don’t you wanna join me?” he called out. That did the trick – Pansy hurried over immediately, looking triumphant. Theodore passed her a pair of gloves. As she slipped them on, Thedore smirked – Little did she know they weren’t dragonhide gloves. |
Theme # 7 - Care of Magical Creatures "Oi! Theodore." Theodore Nott turned around as someone shouted his name at him from behind, heaving a sigh when he saw who it was. God, he hated Pansy Parkinson. The girl in question, however, seemed to have other things on her mind as she made her way towards him. "Look, what I found," she said, holding up a pair of gloves. "What?" Theodore asked, innocently. "The gloves you gave me in Care of Magical Creatures class." "Herbology," he corrected her. Pansy smirked. "Whatever. I'm not stupid, Theodore. I passed them on to Draco." Theodore bit his lip. Uh uh. |
Theme # 80 - Author's Choice The fields ran wild with green and yellow, hordes of golden mustards settled amidst the tall grasses. - Theodore Nott loved the countryside. "It's good to be here, you know, mum," he said, his voice low, looking up at Lavonne Nott. The young mother smiled, nodding her agreement. "Absolutely, Theo. It's a lovely place." Yes. It was a lovely place. The green soothed the eye, stretching for miles and miles in never-ending line. The blue was calming, too, especially after a hectic day of Quidditch and magic. Oh, and the yellow reminded him of Luna Lovegood's hair. |
Theme # 17: Cauldron Steam was now rising from the surface of every cauldron in the classroom. Snape swished past, his robes flapping around his knees even though there was no wind, a mass of blackness and mystery. Reaching Pansy's cauldron, he paused. He hardly ever rebuked a Slytherin, but Pansy's potion was more than just a mess: it was a disaster. "And what may this be, Miss Parkinson?" "The Essence of, uhh, Sleep?" Pansy said doubtfully. Back in his seat, Theodore sniggered. Little did Snape know what he had passed her in place of the beetle powder she had asked for. |
Theme # 19: Wand The eleven year old was tall for his age. Very tall. Ollivander's pale eyes surveyed him in the darkness. "This wand might suit you, Mr. Nott," he said slowly. He was right - It did. "Thirteen inches, cherry wood, core of thestral feather and -" he paused. "And?" Theodore sounded bored. But Ollivander was busy packing his wand now, and no response came. He handed it over, and Theodore did not linger; he was gone as soon as he had it, clearly unexcited. Ollivander stared after him, long and hard. The boy was going to be a great wizard, some day. |
Theme # 20: Hogsmeade "Hogsmeade is amazing, isn't it, Theodore?" Pansy was saying brightly. She knew he loved the place - The perfumes in the air, the laughter in the shops, the rows over rows of brick chimneys belching out puffs of thick, gray smoke. They were like pictures out of fairytales, and Theodore had never missed an opportunity to make the best out of his visits there. He nodded. Pansy smiled, feeling triumphant. It was just as good she didn't notice what his gaze was fixed at: In the distance, stood Luna Lovegood, a stray twig rolling down her long, yellow hair. |
Theme # 27: Owl The owl had golden wings. Not yellow, not mustard - though that might have looked even odder, Theodore could not help thinking - Golden. Golden. Glittering, burning golden. He felt he might just end up blind, staring at it. Draco found him looking at it. "Don't bother looking," he told Theodore. "She always had worthless taste, Loony -" A second later, Draco was flying through the air. "What was that for?" he gasped, scrambling to his feet. "Sorry," Theodore said luxuriously. "Out of control wand, Draco." Draco swore, storming out of the place. Behind him, Theodore smirked. He liked Golden - A lot. |
Theme # 83: Fearful He had not betrayed the Dark Lord, because he had never been one of his supporters in the first place. All the same, he knew the Dark Lord considered what he had done treachery: he had refused to join the death eaters. He couldn't kill, not for the darkness. It was not his fault that he was the son of a death eater. He knew he had to go into hiding, if only for a while. A shiver ran up his spine as he wrapped his cloak tighter around himself. All the same, he could not stop being fearful. |
As he made his way into the dark of the road stretching endlessly in front of him, Theodore glanced back. Luna stood there, framed in the doorway of their house, what they had hoped would be their heaven forever, strands of gold hanging down her slender waist. A solitary rolled down her cheek, and he stopped. "I'll be back, Luna," his tones were low, comforting. "Promise me," her voice was barely audible. He had to strain his ears to hear her. "I promise." She nodded, letting him brush her tear away, holding his hands in hers. "Be careful, Theodore." |
Theme # 15: Room "A new room?" Theodore asked, clearly surprised. Mr. Nott nodded. "You need a bigger one now, you're elven," he said gruffly. "You're supposed to be pleased, Theo," he added exasperatedly when his son did not so much as bat an eyelid, inspecting the door of his new bedroom with a scowl on his face. Theodore turn to him. "You want my room, don't you?" he asked bluntly. "Because it's got the window that looks out on that silly forest you spend half your nights in." Mr. Nott winced. "Theodore!" Theodore grinned - He loved unnerving his father. |
14. Hogwarts, A History Theme # 14: Hogwarts, A History The book really got to him sometimes, the unending text and the dates and the names and the what-not's. Theodore leafed through his copy of Hogwarts, a History, shaking his head. He wondered why he had bought the tome in the first place. He wasn't thirsting for information about Hogwarts, and he wasn't under Hermione Granger's influence, though he had always thought that infectious. He jotted down a date. Maybe, just maybe, it was because Professor Archenelle had threatened to turn them into ferrets if they didn't complete reading it by the next Thursday. |
Theme # 13: Quidditch Theme # 13: Quidditch Theodore loved Quidditch. He loved the flapping of robes as the players rose into the air, their faces ruddy and red and aglow. He loved the cheers and the jeers from the crowd, all blending together to create the most delightful spectrum of noise. He loved how the ball passed from one hand to another, until tackled by a member of the opponent team, and he loved the glitter of gold as the snitch was sighted, fast and light and dainty. But, most of all, he loved the way she climbed on to her Comet 2076, yellow hair hanging down. |
Theme # 9: Defense Against the Dark Arts Theme # 9: Defense Against the Dark Arts It was empty, and it was cold, and it was dark. Ever since Snape had taken over as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Theodore had always felt that way in his classes. Head down, he ran his fingers over the sparkling, gray cover of his book. “Theodore.” Theodore looked up, jerking himself out of his thoughts, but Snape had already turned away. He allowed himself a bitter smile: had it been a student of any other house, Snape would clearly not have been so lenient. He looked around. Gryffindors. Why couldn’t they just have classes with the Ravenclaws? |
Theme # 10 - Arithmancy He bent his head, trying to focus better on his homework. Advanced Arithmancy with Matilda Shopkins lay open, page no. 76 in plain view. Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers. Sometimes, they made his head spin so much, Theodore seriously considered dropping the class. But he couldn't: His O.W.L result had been an Outstanding, and he always seemed to be at perfect ease when in class - which was exactly why everyone wondered at his annoyance when in his common room. No one might know his reasons, but he, for once, knew perfectly well: They had Arithmancy with the Ravenclaws. |
Theme # 30 - Feast Pansy giggled as Theodore passed her, looking perfect in his sable robes. The Yule Ball had begun, as had the feast. "Luna?" Luna Lovegood looked up, through glassy eyes. "Theo?" "What exactly are you doing, here?" "David told me to wait. I don't have any idea where he is, though." Luna replied, dreamily. Checking a sigh, Theodore shook his head. He held out his arm, for her to lean on. "Come on, let's get drinks." Dreamily, Luna nodded. Then she said, "Do you know you look nice?" Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Cheerful, Theodore wrapped his arms around her. |
Theme # 13 - Quidditch Quidditch was entertaining. - Even more so when Luna Lovegood commentated. Loser's Lurgy -? Theodore was laughing so hard, he thought he would spit his pumpkin pasty. Colour rushed into his cheeks, his mind not at all on what was happening between the two houses, in the match. All h knew was that she was commentating, that he was having the time of his life. "- I think Maurel loves the clouds, too. She -" There was a tug, and the rest of Luna's words were not heard as Professor McGonagall snatched the microphone to announce the score. Theodore could not stop laughing. |
Theme 33 - Classroom Theodore turned, taking a turn, only to end up in a well-disused corridor. It stretched, classrooms on either side, its tiles layered with years of dust. Shrugging, he took a few steps forward, before halting in his tracks. He was sure a door had just swung open, to his left. For several seconds, he did not move. Then he peeked into the nearest classroom: It was empty. Hardly unnerved, Theodore left. Behind him, Pansy frowned. She had been so sure he would look for the intruder! It was, to say the least, highly frustrating. Scowling heavily, she followed him. |
Theme 34 - Parseltongue So Harry Potter was a Parseltongue. Big deal! Theodore rolled his eyes, contemplating in silence the rumours that were spreading, like wildifre, in all four directions at Hogwarts. He can talk to snakes! He's the heir of Slytherin! He's a dark wizard! HE CAN TALK TO SNAKES! "Om?" The snake lying at his feet looked intently at its master. It hissed, softly, then wrapped itself around his feet, its large, burning green eyes glowing with glazed intensity. "Even his parseltongue couldn't make you leave me, could it now, Om?" The snake hissed, in agreement. Theodore smiled, slightly. |
Theme 35 - Pureblood He had escaped the start-of-term feast, halfway through, to - Okay, so he admitted it: he had been spying on a certain Luna Lovegood, trying to figure out what she was up to in the corridor, with her new gurdyroot and snail. Conclusion: He was stuck here, now, in front of his own common room, with no idea whatsoever what the password was. He sighed, stamping his foot in sheer frustration. "It's pureblood, you know," a sugary voice floated up to him. Theodore turned: it was Pansy. "I think I'd rather stay out, now," he answered, dryly. |
Theme 36 - Muggle "She's worse than a muggle." Pansy's voice was slow but acidic. Theodore felt his body tauten, his temper, already so close to the surface, hit boiling point with what he was sure was a highly audible thud. "Shut it, Parkinson." "You're sticking up for her?" Pansy asked, surprise overshadowing her fury. "She's a blood traitor, for Heaven's sake, Theo!" "DON'T CALL ME THEO." Pansy took a step back. "Sheesh. One would almost think you like her." Theodore scowled. "You couldn't stop me if I did, Pansy." Pansy smiled, sickly sweet. "We'll see." |
Theme 37 - Animagus Theodore knew she was a great witch. What he had not known, and would never have sans their first class, was that Professor McGonagall was also an animagus. He watched her as she handed out their homework. "I see you brought your E to an O, Nott. Good work!" "Professor, could I ask you something?" "Yes?" "Turn into cat-form once, please." She surveyed him briskly through her square glasses. "Wasn't your first class enough?" He shook his head, no - After all, if he was to become an unregistered animagus, he needed to see all that he could, right? |
Theme 38 - Patronus "Your patronus is a - what?" He was staring at Pansy through glazed, clearly disbelieving eyes - well, it did sound a little unbelievable - and she was grinning back at him, cheeks flushed with colour. Or, rather, smirking, cheeks flushed with colour. "An elephant, Theo. An African elephant, actually." Theodore blinked. "And it's - erm, huge?" Pansy sounded perfectly at her ease as she replied. "Yes. Very. Very, very, very, actually." Theodore smiled, a miserable attempt at a non-frazzled, unnerved smile. "Er, congratulations -?" Pansy grinned, her usual, sickly sweet grin. "Want a duel, Theo?" Quickly, Theodore shook his head. "No, thanks." |
Theme 39 - Duel Pansy smirked. "Don't tell me you're scared, Theo. Are you?" Theodore frowned. Scared? Of course he was not. He just did not want to face a - well, a God-knows-how-many-tonne elephant. A God-knows-how-many-tonne African elephant, to be exact. Even if it was only a patronus. "I don't think so, Pansy. But you do realize you'd ruin what's left of our dating chances even more by a duel, don't you?" Pansy scowled - badly. Inwardly, Theodore grinned. At least he had managed to wipe that smirk off her face. |
Theme 40 - Spell The first years sat in neat, little rows - looking exactly that: first years, that is. Professor Flitwick squeaked on. "Now, could anyone tell me what this spell, the one written on the board, does?" To his right, Hermione Granger's hand shot up instantly. Theodore groaned - almost out loud. Almost, but not quite. Ignoring what he was sure was the sound of Hermione's brain whirring, Theodore let his textbook fall open, flipping through the pages. The next, few words he heard were: "Excellent,Miss Granger, ten, well-deserved points to Gryffindor." This time, he really did groan out loud. |
Theme 11 - History of Magic Class was over, and Professor Binns had just floated away, right through the wall, the way he had always done for so, so many years. "You dropped your book, Lovegood." Luna looked up, dreamy and mystical as ever as Theodore handed over her History of Magic book. "Thank you. I have a first name, you know." Theodore smiled, ever so slightly. "You do? Then maybe you should tell me." "Oh, it's Luna. Father always said -" They walked off, together, Luna happily narrating, Theodore listening, his face almost impassive. Behind them, Pansy whacked a fist into the nearest wall. Ouch. |
Theme 12 - Charms Cheering charms were - to say the least - extremely silly. Theodore could not stop grinning, at everyone and everything, and at everything and everyone. "Why exactly are you so happy?" Pansy demanded. She, for once, was not in a good mood. "Maybe you'd know if you attended classes," he shot back fiercely through gritted teeth. Then he smiled, a huge, sweet smile. NOT on purpose. Pansy blinked, clearly perplexed. Draco came over. "Hey, Nott." Grin. Grin. "Hey." Both of them turned to Pansy, and smiled. Really huge. Blaise came over. He smiled, too. Pansy ran, as if for her life. |
Theme 42 - Portraits "Ah, yes, that is Aramdno Dippet, one of the finest Headmasters Hogwarts has ever seen, I must say." Nearly-Heddless Nick sounded well-informed as he spoke, his words slow but effective. "And he really duelled some famous, dark wizard?" Nick nodded, with dinity. "Funny that you do not know, Theodore. Our young generation, how miserably under-informed they are! These portraits in the corridors, each and every one of these, has significance, dear boy. Armando was a wizard with amazing capabilities, amazing reflexes. Good, old man, good, old friend, Armando." Theodore shrugged. "The Baron says he was an idiot." |
Theme # 45 - Torch "And it has a - what is it called again?" Luna looked up at him, yellow hair hanging open. "A shellwing. How many times do I have to tell you, Theo?" Theodore grinned. "As many times as I ask, maybe?" "You have a snorcorkt in your hair," Luna replied, dreamily. At once, Theodore ran a hand through his hair. A snorcorkt? What, in the name of heavens, was that? - It turned out to be a leaf. "It's a leaf, Lovegood," he said, eyebrows raised. "Oh no. It's a snorcorkt. They feed on torches, you know." He checked his grin. |
Theme # 46 - Dungeon The dungeon, as always, was too dark for any comfort. Theodore sneaked in, his invisibility cloak barely hiding his feet. They needed a shred of boomslang skin, and they needed it soon. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle: He knew their motive, and he knew it was nothing good. He did not care if Draco failed to fulfill the Dark Lord's orders: He was going to steal all of Snape's stock of boomslang skin, and he did not care if he risked expulsion. Dumbledore would understand, Dumbledore would know. The Potions Master's office loomed ahead, and Theodore breathed deeply. |
Theme # 47 - Portkey Detention - again. Theodore groaned as he separated old, worthless, disused objects from the more useful ones, stacking them as untidily as possible in separate cardboard boxes. Professor McGonagall, in brief, had gone too far. A cracked bottle fell next to an old, empty shoebox with a soft thud. Dust rose in the air, and Theodore coughed. He could not help wishing the next item was a portkey, something that would transport him far, far away from Professor McGonagall's office. To his home. To Forest Dean. To his grandmother's cottage. To any place good. - To the Ravenclaw common room. |
Theme # 48 - Leprechauns Theodore yawned, looking at the many objects still to be sorted with a dismal look. Minerva McGonagall was not unfair: come to think of it, the objects were not that many. But he had taken his time, and it was now well past seven. There were only a few things to be sorted now. An antique vase, a box that refused to open, a pair of broken spectacles... Theodore frowned, before picking up what seemed like an old textbook. He brushed off the dust. The title read: Leprechauns in Irish Mythology. Shrugging, he dropped it in one of the boxes. |
Theme # 50 - Boggart Boggarts were afraid of laughter. Theodore smiled at the thought. He had no idea why, but he found it funny. "Did you know Martel's boggart is an inferi?" Draco asked, his voice a whisper. At once, Theodore's smile vanished. He whipped around to face Draco. "Yes," his voice was terse. "And you shouldn't be planning anything nasty, Draco!" "He's always been a big git," Draco said, his smirk widening. "And it would be fun to watch the useless Ravenclaw -" "No!" Draco raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you, anyway?" Theodore took a deep breathe. "Nothing." |
Theme # 51 - Act Hermione nudged him in the back. Hard. "Ouch, 'Mione, that hurt," Theodore hissed at her, taking another step back into the shadows. Hermione scowled heavily, crossing her arms against her chest. "You're chickening out, Theo!" Theodore winced. "Am not!" Biting her lip, Hermione took a deep, deep breath to calm herself. "Listen, Theo, you need to act - act as in NOW - if you want something to happen. Stop waiting for a miracle, alright!" With an effort, Theodore nodded. He stepped out of the dark, into the corridor, just as Luna's yellow hair whipped out of sight. "Luna, wait!" |
Theme # 52 - Bore "Daddy sent it to me for Christmas," Pansy was saying in an unnecessarily loud voice. Theodore did not pause as he passed her on his way outside, continuing to walk, his head held high. "Theo! Hey, Theo!" Pansy called. He halted, roughly. "What?" "Dad sent me an Invisibility cloak. Don't you want to see it? It's amazing, one of the best there are, out there." Boring, Pansy. Resisting the temptation to roll his eyes, he left without another word. Behind him, Pansy frowned. Why, just why, was he never interested? Little did she know he owned one, too. |
Theme # 53 - Chase Muggles. For the first time ever, Theodore did not feel at complete peace in a muggle-inhibited surrounding. Quite the contrary, actually. Maybe it was because he was on a mission, a task for the Order. Maybe because he had to be extra careful, this time around, because his job was top-secret. Maybe because he knew he had a horde of death eaters on his track, ready to entrust him to Voldemort. Maybe because he knew he was in danger, and it was growing. - Or maybe because some muggle's bulldog had just chased him across three, consecutive roads. |
Theme # 54 - Dare "Loveg - Luna?" Luna Lovegood looked up at the approaching figure, her eyes huge. "Theodore?" "What are you doing?" Theodore asked her, softly. It was seven in the evening, and everyone was inside because it was snowing so heavily. Only a few daredevils ventured outside, and he had only come out because he had seen her. "Playing truth and dare," Luna replied serenely. "In the snow?" "Yes." "Alone?" "Yes." He looked at her, his face impassive. The snow came down harder, and it began to rain, huge snowdrops clinging to her golden hair. He handed her his jacket. "Count me in." |
Theme # 55 - Egg on Luna stopped. He stopped, too. Then he looked at Hermione. "Go on," Hermione hissed. "Erm, Lovegood -" Theodore began. Hermione cut him across. "He means Luna, Luna. Not Lovegood." Then she glared at Theodore, who coughed. Luna looked at the pair of them, eyes huge. "What are you two trying to do?" Theodore sighed. "She's egging me on." He pointed at Hermione. Hermione, on this declaration, looked simply mortified. "He's talking absolute nonsense, don't you believe a word of what he says! An - err - faerie bit him." There was silence. Then Luna said: "Faeries don't bite, Hermione." |
Theme # 56 - Fight "Fight, fight, fight. Fight, fight, fight." On all four sides, the chant grew louder, as Ronald Weasley nearly exhibited his best muggle duelling skills by ramming himself, headfirst, right into Draco Malfoy. Draco squealed, very, very loudly, and fell backwards. "Oey! Weasley!" Ron turned to see Theodore. His hands balled into fists, his ears the same vivid, flaming red as his hair, it was clear he was not going to bear a nasty comment from anyone, especially not a Slytherin. "What?" he barked at Theodore. Theodore jammed his hands into his pant pockets, a grin on his face. "Nice work." |
Theme # 58 - Hoot The Gryffindors all around them broke into a chorus of hoots. There were several rings of students circling them, most of whom did not refuse to partake in the hooting. Goyle immediately advanced on Theodore. "Shut it, Nott," he barked, while Ron's expressions remained undecided - Theodore's words, Ron knew, were well-meant, but it was hard to believe a Slytherin could really mean well. "I have a wand, Greg-o," Theodore answered, yawning. "You have one, too, come to think of it but, really, you know it's no use." He smiled sweetly. At once, Goyle fell back. |
Theme # 57 - Gape On her way to the greenhouse, Pansy Parkinson stopped, eye narrowed. She had thought she was the only one late, but it seemed she was not. Theodore Nott stood outside, gaping. Gaping at what -? A girl, possibly? Jealous, Pansy immediately followed his gaze. A line of Ravenclaws was passing by, all boys with only one girl in their midst - that idiotic Lovegood. He couldn't possibly be staring at her. Dismissing the thought from mind, Pansy shrugged and left. Behind her, Theodore gaped on. Watching too much Television and Luna Lovegood could have side-effects on your eyesight, you know. |
Theme # 59 - Ignore "Theodore, wait!" With the Yule Ball just around the corner, Theodore had known Pansy would catch up with him first thing in the morning and ask him to it. He also knew that, when he refused, she would throw her biggest tantrum ever. And, yes, that would be a scary sight. Might even end up a few first years in St. Mungo's. Malady? Pansy-itis Scare. So he continued to walk, as if he had not heard her call. "THEODORE NOTT! STOP THIS INSTANT, OR YOU'RE DEAD MEAT," Pansy's voice rang throughout the hallway. He ignored it. |
Theme # 60 - Joke Much of the Slytherin population at Hogwarts was crowded around their fireplace, taking turns at narrating joke. "We should have some snacks, just to brighten things up," Theodore suggested casually, throwing everyone chocolate frogs. "Draco?" With a curt nod, Draco accepted the edible Theodore was offering. He took one bite and - There was a puff of smoke, and Draco had grown feathers all over. The whole common room burst into roars of laughter. "That is your idea of a joke?" Draco shouted angrily, getting up, feathers, fur, wings and all. "No, ours," half the common room shouted back at him. |
Theme # 70 - Team They were dejected today, the Slytherins. They had lost the Quidditch match to Ravenclaw, and chances of their ever making it to the final Quidditch match of the year were thin. "This is useless," Dora said, tears rising in her eyes. "After all the hard work we put in -" Marcus nodded. "I still can't believe we lost," he said harshly. Theodore rose from his sofa to thump his captain on the back. "Come on, Marc, cheer up. We can do this, we can win. We're all one team. Right, guys?" "Right," they all chorused back, hearts suddenly lightening. |
Theme # 69 - Slap It was definitely a scene to watch. Pansy Parkinson had just slapped Draco Malfoy. The former was now shouting hysterically at the top of her voice, her words carrying everywhere, while the latter had his wand out, his voice escalating with every alphabet he uttered, too. Apparently, Draco had just managed to split her school bag. Not on purpose. They had bumped into each other, and now her books were all over the floor, one half torn. "They're idiots, both of them," Blaisi said unaffectionately, standing with Theodore, not far off. Theodore smiled. "I'm not saying I disagree." |
Theme # 68 - Roar He had been on his way to Potions but, still in the grounds, Theodore stopped. He should have hurried into the castle, at that moment, and then into the dungeons, but they stopped him - - Roars from behind a large tree. He took a peek. There sat Luna, a hat with a huge lion on top of it in her hands. She was tapping it with her wand and, each time she did, the lion roared. Seemed like she was going to be supporting Gryffindor for the Quidditch match, this time around. He smiled to himself, leaving her to her instruments. |
Theme # 65 - Ooze Even more sticky fluid was now oozing out from the cauldron. Theodore made a sour face, taking a step back from the puddle of electric green he had just stepped into. "What are you doing?" he demanded of his father. "You shouldn't have come into my room without permission!" his father roared, livid. Theodore scowled. "Don't you know any charms to prevent entry then!" He responded evenly. His father gave him a shove. "Get out. Now." Without a word, Theodore left. But not without plans of returning to find what had been in that cauldron, late, of course. |
Theme # 72 - Vex Back in his bedroom, Theodore could not help feeling thoroughly vexed. He was hardly eleven but, even for a child who had yet to attend Hogwarts, his mind was exceptionally developed. He knew his father was up to something. What could there have been in that cauldron that he was so determined to conceal from him, his only son? Theodore knew his father was a death eater, one of the Dark Lord's most accomplished ones, but that only increased his hatred for the dark arts even more. Well, he would find out what that man was up to, tonight. |
Theme # 73 - Warn "I'm warning you -" "Now, honey," Lavonne Nott said placidly, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. "He's just a child, you know. I'm sure he didn't mean to poke around. Did you, Theo?" "Of course I did," Theodore shot back, even though he had not. Lavonne winced. "Theodore," she said, warning in her tones. "Don't -" "I'm done with him," his father shouted. "That boy should keep out of my stuff! I'm warning him for the last time!" Furiously, he stormed out of the room. Lavonne sighed. - Theodore did not know how to react. |
Theme # 74 - X-tinguish "He was quiet today. Very quiet. Life with over two months of everything but Luna was - boring. Very boring. His mother entered, her face pretty radiant to see her son back. "I still can't get over the fact how tall you've grown," she said conversationally. Then she looked more closely at him. "Theo? Are you alright?" Theodore nodded. "Yeah... Just wanted to get a good night's sleep, mum. I feel a little tired." Lavonne kissed him and left the room with a simple 'alright.' With a sigh, Theodore extinguished the lights, and rolled on to his side. |
Theme # 75 - Yodel "Muggle singers are quite good at yodelling," Luna implied serenely as she examined a brown leaf that had fallen into her lap. Theodore, sitting next to her by the lake, legs stretched, raised an eyebrow. "Um, Luna?" "Yes, Theodore?" "I thought we were talking about Helena Ravenclaw." Luna smiled dreamily in response. "Oh, yes. Helena Ravenclaw must have implanted some seed of cleverness in their voices, you know. I never get how some of them can yodel so good. Or, perhaps, fairies granted them some sort of special magic." She was talking even odder than usual, today. - Theodore loved it. |
Theme # 76 - Zap Theodore plucked the leaf lying in Luna's lap, inspecting it himself. What's so special about this? It isn't even green. Honestly, she cares more for leaves... He sighed. "So, what else do you know about muggles, Luna?" he asked, for loss of a better topic. If muggles she wanted to discuss, muggles they would discuss. Luna looked up at him through misty eyes, as if wondering what to tell. "Muggle children zap each other with you guns, you know." WHAT? "Oh, wow," Theodore said, uncertainly. "Does that mean I can kiss you?" Dreamily, Luna nodded. "Yes, please." |
Theme # 78 - Author's Choice The ball was huge, and so was the amount of people attending it. Theodore, in his bottle green and black suit, cut a handsome figure. As he entered with his wife, quite a number of heads turned to look. "There you two are," Hermione said, one of the first to spot them. "Ron!" she called out. "They're here." Ron hurried over. "Hey, Theodore; Luna." Luna leaned on Theodore's arm and kissed him, half dreamy. "Hello, Ron. Theo, all the girls are wearing pink... Do you really think silver looks nice on me?" Theodore grinned. "Better than you know." |
Theme # 62 - Lope The chestnut horse loped across the fields, Theodore's eyes following it. It was a strong creature with a gait that few horses in the area had. The mighty animal continued to lope for about a quarter of an hour, before returning to his master and mistress, as was his custom, his canter light but swift. "He's growing stronger than I ever thought he could, Dorman," Theodore told Luna, referring to the horse, one of the newest addition in her pets. "What have you been feeding him? Anything special?" "Nothing I haven't been feeding you," Luna replied sweetly. |
Theme 63 - Mooch Theodore meandered through the Hogwarts grounds, wishing he ran into a new one, today. That was Hogwarts: no matter how well you knew it, you never knew it well enough. "Theodore?" A dreamy voice queried, from behind a tree. At once, he knew who it was. A smile on his lips, he went over. "What are you doing here, Luna?" "Mooching," Luna replied gravely. Theodore blinked. "Mooching? What's that?" Luna looked at him steadily for a moment, and then spoke up dreamily. "It means wandering, Theo. You need someone to polish up your English." Theodore grinned. "You're hired." |
Theme 64 - Nap Ah, midsummer. Curled up in what resembled an odd-shaped ball at the head of his favourite couch in the living room, Theodore yawned, ready for an enjoyable, afternoon nap. He ran his finger over the edge of the couch arm, for loss of anything better. Summoning a glass of cold water with a short flick of his wand, he could not help pitying muggles. What, indeed, did they do when they were thirsty? Get up to go and get the water? - Poor things. He stretched his legs, stifling a yawn and leisurely opening the window. - This was the life. |
Theme 79 - Author's Choice Their Wedding Day She looked lovely in pink. Deep, shocking pink that ran with plain white in her wedding dress, deep, skin pink that ran up her cheeks on her wedding day. As the question was put to him, Theodore Nott had only one response. "I do." She would be his forever, now, the one thing he had wanted all his life: Luna Lovegood. The lights were there, and the people were there, and his mother was there, and her father was there. And, most importantly, Luna was there, and he was there, and their words were there. Within him, all was peace. |
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