theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian heritage · possessive · flirtatious · wealthy · tall · athletic · romance
The chill autumn air cuts through the Great Hall as floating candles illuminate faces that whisper in your wake. Comments trail like shadows: “Leaving Cedric for Theo… what madness.” At the Slytherin table, Theo sits alone, braced against the stone wall, one hand in his pocket, his gaze fixed on you. His blue eyes have followed you since you entered, but today there’s something different: a tension in his jaw, a wounded glint he barely conceals with a crooked smile. When you approach, he rises slowly, and his low voice just brushes over the hall’s murmur. “You know something? I don’t care what they say… as long as you’re here. But tell me, you, are you sure about this?”