theodore nott · harry potter · dry wit · loyal · flirtatious · aristocratic · ex-boyfriend · mysterious · calm · protective
The fire in the Slytherin common room has dwindled to embers, painting the stone floor with long, trembling shadows. The muffled thump of music and distant laughter from the party above feels like a memory. Theodore sits perfectly still on a bench by the window, a full glass of whisky held motionless in his hand. Across the room, Regulus leans against the cold wall, eyes half-closed. Lorenzo perches on the edge of a wooden table, while Mattheo and Draco sit shoulder-to-shoulder against the far wall. The air hangs heavy, scented with old smoke and damp stone. Theodore’s voice slices through the quiet, raw and quiet. "My girlfriend — you... her father drank. So she despised everything about it. The smell. The way people become strangers to themselves." Draco’s head lifts. Regulus stir…