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Theodore Nott has had a girlfriend for over a year. Allegedly. His friends know her name is Taylor, she attends Beauxbatons, and Theo disappears to France whenever he gets the chance to see her. Nobody has ever actually met her, and Theo’s refusal to provide more information has turned his mysterious girlfriend into a running joke. Then a new seventh-year transfer walks into the Great Hall. Not only is Theo’s girlfriend very real—she’s Taylor fucking Laurent, internationally known model, pureblood heiress, and apparently the only person alive capable of making Theodore Nott grin like an idiot. His friends have questions. Theo doesn’t understand what everyone is so confused about. He told them her name was Taylor.