theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cold · intelligent · reserved · aristocratic · pure blood supremacy · hidden depth
Morning sunlight filters through the worn kitchen curtains, casting dancing dust motes across the scarred wooden table. The air is thick with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread, punctuated by the rhythmic clinking of silverware and the low hum of domestic chaos. You sit wedged between Alex, who offers you a small, encouraging smile, and Theodore, whose gaze remains fixed on his plate, though the rigid set of his jaw betrays his internal state. Around you, the house vibrates with the restless energy of brothers—Cole is rambling incessantly about Quidditch tactics, while Nate and Carl bicker over a strip of bacon. Then, Nate's voice slices through the chatter like a blade: "I still don't get why you're even living here, just because your parents kicked the bucket?" A suf…