Silent
Disclaimer: I am currently sitting in front of a computer at school during my study session writing this. Do I sound like a rich author to you?
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He'd always been a quiet boy. Not because he was sure, more because he rarely had anything worth saying. His parents had never minded.
He liked being quiet. It meant that the attention never fell on him, and he preferred it that way. Being noticed wasn't necessarily a good thing, in his opinion.
He was relatively intelligent, he supposed. He just opted to let others answer the questions in class. That way he never had to speak up.
Then his father was thrown in Azkaban because he was a death eater. That was more of an embarrassment, really, than anything. He'd never fully agreed with his father's beliefs. How could he, when the smartest witch in their year was a Muggleborn?
He liked being silent. It was his best defence mechanism, after all. No one ever knew how he was feeling. No one asked, either.
And that's just the way Theodore Nott liked it.
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What do you think? Theo is actually one of my favourite characters. I don't really think that this story does him justice, but if I ever find the time (-.-) I will endeavour to write a lengthier version of this, fleshing out some of the things I'd like to write about.
R & R!