There had always been something unfinished between y/n and Theodore Nott. The years passed quietly. The friendship remained. More important than either of them cared to admit. The gathering that evening had been nothing unusual. Old friends. Too much alcohol. Too many stories from Hogwarts. The familiar chaos that always followed whenever the former Slytherins ended up in the same room. Until Theo disappeared. He often vanished when things became too loud. But something felt different. A feeling y/n couldn’t ignore. One that eventually led her away from the crowded room and into the empty hallway beyond.