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A third year Theodore Kinsley's eyes were heavy as the Ancient Runes lecture was as boring as ever.

His glazed eyes laid upon a blonde friend of his, who was sat a few seats in front of him. The lovely Ella Bishop.

Just a friend, of course. But she had nice hair, he thought.

BLOOP.

Theodore jumped in his seat when a drop of drool fell from the corner of his mouth. Oops, nothing to see here. Theodore directed his attention back to the teacher and decided to never look at Ella Bishop, or ANY girl ever again in class.

Going to Hogwarts was a pretty daunting experience, especially for a muggleborn. Theo surprised himself that he wasn't freaking out on a day to day basis, what with floating objects and strange creatures everywhere.

One thing he couldn't quite come to terms with: ghosts.

Theodore hid behind The Great Hall doors, peering inside. He needed to go inside but the floor was crawling with them.

Seconds before he was about to turn back towards the dungeons, there was a... "HELLO!"

"ARGH!!!" Theodore fell to the floor as a ghost seeped through the floor beneath him. He was TERRIFIED of ghosts.

Stupid Gryffindors.

Nah, Theodore didn't hate all Gryffindors. But there was one that he really didn't gel with. Fischer. What's worse - Fischer was now chomping her teeth into his best friend.

Not literally. He hoped not, anyway.

They hadn't been together for long, but Theodore had plans to break them up. He thought about those plans as he frowned at them both in the Great Hall, sitting a little further down the table from them. If only he knew what the future held for those two. West could do so much better than that one.

He thought it was stupid.

This child was not one for keeping a balanced diet during athletic seasons at school, and you’d often find him munching on all sorts of sweet treats first thing in the morning, even before a game.

He arrived at the pitch, ready for a mighty match against Gryffindor, suddenly hearing a lot of laughter coming from behind him.

He heard the word POOP, and his eyes widened. Theodore gave EYES to his teammates, who gave knowing EYES back to him.

Yup, he’d smushed chocolate into his quidditch robes.

Nope, it was not POOP, despite his reputation in his first year.

The end of an era was here. Theodore had packed everything up and was ready to move out of his and his childhood sweethearts apartment, having moved the big stuff earlier, leaving one big trunk of important stuff to lug around.

He took this moment to reflect on the place as he lingered in the doorway. He never liked this apartment. Too small, not in the best area of town. Still, it was pretty gutting to leave. It was his home.

Anyway, time to go. Let’s see what the big, bad world bad in store for him on his own.

His new apartment was looking… bland. He was definitely not gifted in decor, and wondered if maybe the place just needed a woman’s touch.

There was one item that he had managed to put up all by himself. A basic plant that sat on his window sill, which was supposed to be a gift for his mother but he’d ended up keeping for his own.

Reasons being because it reminded him of someone.

It was a mundane plant but the person who had sold it to him was anything but. Looking at it reminded him to hit said someone up.