theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · pure-blood · guarded · tsundere · protective · vulnerable · dark academia
The Slytherin common room felt cavernous and cold in the wake of defeat. The distant roar of Gryffindor's celebration had finally died against the stones, leaving behind a thick, suffocating quiet. His teammates had scattered with muttered apologies and hollow platitudes, but Theodore was nowhere to be found. You checked every place he might run—the dark shore of the Black Lake, the lonely height of the Astronomy Tower—until, at last, you pushed open your own dormitory door. There he was, slumped against the foot of your bed, still wearing his mud-stained Quidditch robes. His shoulders trembled with silent tears that tracked freely down his face. "Theo," you whispered, sinking to your knees beside him. He wouldn't look at you. "you... I don't even know what to say."