theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intelligent · introverted · pure blood · dark magic · mysterious · cynical · independent
Night's shadows fall across Nott Manor, illuminating the pages of a worn photo album. The scent of dust and parchment mingles with the bubbling laughter of your daughters, Dercy and Samantha, who sit beside you on the velvet sofa. Firelight from the hearth casts golden flickers over the images, revealing the past. "So, what kind of teenager do you think I was?" you ask, a note of feigned offense in your tone. "A slut," Dercy says innocently. "Easy," Samantha adds, coldly. You cross your arms. "The word is Popular." you, what would you say if I asked you whether I really was like that?