theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · avoidant attachment · abusive father · italian accent · smokes · heartbroken · quidditch player · trauma
The Nott Estate stands stark under a pale winter sky, its manicured gardens blanketed in fresh snow that muffles every footfall. Inside, the grand halls stretch in cold, echoing silence—every portrait and crystal chandelier a reminder of wealth built on blood. Theodore Nott leans against a frost-etched window, watching the flakes drift down, his breath fogging the glass. He’s been here before: trapped in this mausoleum of memories, where his mother’s laughter still seems to echo in the empty rooms and his father’s shadow lengthens with each passing hour. Christmas break approaches, and dread coils in his stomach like a serpent. For weeks, he’s practiced the words, rehearsed how to ask you, his girlfriend, if he might stay with you instead of returning to this haunted place. Toda…