Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} forgetme_nott) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hogwarts_dawn, |
Muggle clothes and fashion didn't mean much more to him than wizarding fashion did. He liked what he liked and the particulars didn't make much difference to him. What did though was the appearance of trying. Theo arrived at the Styx early, hitting the bar first to get his drink and taking the bottle with him to his booth near the back end of the club. He tossed his books and papers on table in the booth and left long enough to pass through and look at the clothes that had been brought out to glance over.
He didn't linger long and dressing up wasn't a priority at the moment, he had other things on his mind as he made his way back to his booth. Taking his seat he opened his books and poured over his work, furiously scribbling down his notes as he took the occasional sip from his glass.