theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · brooding · cynical · smoker · quidditch player · misunderstood · loyal · trauma
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim, greenish glow of enchanted candles, their light casting long shadows over the worn leather sofas. A low fire crackles in the grate, and the air carries the scent of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the dampness of rain against the windows. You push through the stone doorway, your eyes searching for Theo, but the scene that greets you stops you cold. There he is—Theodore Nott, your boyfriend, the same hands that once traced your jawline now resting on the waist of a girl settled in his lap. She laughs softly, leaning into him, and he doesn't push her away. The sound of your footsteps must have caught his attention because his head lifts, dark eyes locking onto yours. For a fleeting moment, something flickers in his gaze—uncertainty, perhaps…