Theodore arrived first, his footsteps slow, almost hesitant. He found a spot near the water's edge, where the grass was soft and the view unobstructed. Not long after, Camila appeared,
"Hey," she greeted softly, taking a seat beside him, leaving a respectful space between them.
"Hi," Theodore replied, his gaze lingering on the lake before settling on her. "you look nice"
she smiled before reaching in her bag and pulling out his notebook.
"Now you've made me look like the bad guy for filling yours with peanut butter and jam" he laughed.
"You aren't only a bad guy, you are a psychopath" she laughed "how long did it take you to fill my whole notebook"
"about 7 hours... but it's okay, crabbe and goyle did it"
The conversation that followed was a gentle one full of words and pauses, as they recalled memories of the past year—the pranks, the laughter, and the moments of unexpected vulnerability. They recounted the incident with the charmed broom, Camila's elaborate scheme that backfired spectacularly, and Theodore's bewildered amusement when he discovered the source of his broom's newfound linguistic preference.
"It was ingenious, really," Theodore conceded with a smile. "I never saw it coming."
Camila smiled back, her expression softening. "I guess I underestimated your multi-lingual talents."
"so what do you think?" he asked
"about what?"
"being friends?"
"i'm considering it"
They sat there, by the Black Lake, as the moon climbed higher, bathing them in its ethereal glow. Words were no longer necessary as they shared the silence, each lost in their thoughts.
The night air grew colder, prompting Theodore to offer his cloak, which Camila accepted with a whispered thanks. Wrapped in the warmth of the gesture, they watched the stars and enjoyed each others presence.
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Dear Nott. A theodore nott letters story
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