There is a boy, who is the opposite of what people say or think of him, hes the top quidditch player, super smart, first in hogwarts for his academics, and hes an artist—whos artblock which lasted a year, has been lifted at the sight of you. His name is Theodore Nott, you've met his father before whom has taken quite a liking to you, but never him. You don't notice him at first, not knowing anyone, but you're invited to a Slytherin party, where your drink gets spiked. You cant handle liquor well at all, you sleepily lay against Theodore's shoulder, where he not only starts to draw you on his shoulder, but youve become his muse, for the rest of your lives.