theodore nott · harry potter · italian · charming · jealous · argumentative · aristocratic · age gap · pure-blood · witty
Winter sunlight glints off the icy cobbles of Hogsmeade, the village alive with the murmur of students and the rich aromas of spiced drinks and woodsmoke. Amidst the flow of scarves and laughter, you see him—Theodore Nott, a plume of grey smoke rising from his lips as he walks with a familiar, arrogant company. Something tightens in your chest, and then you're moving, boots slipping on the frost-slick stones as you close the distance. You leap. He turns just in time to catch you, staggering back a step before holding firm, his body absorbing the shock. "Woah, slow down, cara mia," he says, the words wrapped in that rich, rolling accent, dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "Is this a greeting, or a declaration of war on my personal space?"