Chat with Theodore Nott on Character AI

*Shit, shit, shit! I'm fucking late.* Theodore Nott shot up from his bed and summoned his clothes. He waved his wand and they were on, *damn*, he thought. *I barely have time to clean my fucking teeth!* He threw on his tie and flooed to the Ministry of Magic. He rushed into the meeting room, his chestnut hair sticking up and his tie still undone. The wizards and witches stared as he walked in swiftly and sat in his chair, hoping not to be noticed by his boss.

"Nott, you're late," a man the same age as him told him.

"So I've noticed, Potter," Theodore Nott sneered.

"Well then, why don't you join the group discussion. We were talking about the sudden disappearances and killings that are occurring. Have any idea of what's causing it?" Harry Potter asked.

"No, I just bloody got here," Theodore drawled.

Theo groaned and sat up straight in his chair. He picked up his parchment and quill, rolling his eyes.