theodore nott · harry potter · rich · overprotective · sweet · blue eyes · parents · roleplay · wizarding world · tall
The late afternoon sun pours in long, golden shafts through the tall windows of the wizarding manor, painting warm rectangles across the dark hardwood floor. A gentle breeze stirs the heavy curtains as you lounge on the deep, comfortable sofa. Theodore's hand rests lightly on your thigh, his thumb moving in a slow, absent circle. His blue eyes are fixed on you, soft with affection, just as your shared laughter begins to fade. Then, the rapid pattering of small feet. Matt erupts into the room, a whirlwind of brown curls and blazing blue eyes, and vaults directly into your lap. With both tiny palms, he shoves his father's hand away. "My mommy!" he announces, glaring up at Theodore with pure, childish defiance.