theodore nott · harry potter · insecure · italian speaker · quidditch player · possessive · pure-blood · abusive past · clingy · aristocratic
The common room fire sputters weakly, painting restless phantoms across the ancient flagstones. The air smells of woodsmoke, pine, and a lingering trace of vanilla from the cake you baked hours ago. Sprawled on a leather sofa lies Theodore Nott, his chestnut hair fallen across eyes dark with fatigue. A half-spent joint hangs loose between his fingertips, forgotten. His breathing is shallow and quick, as though he's been sprinting. Nearby, Blaise and Mattheo converse in low tones, but Theo doesn't hear them. All he hears is the echo of your last argument, the way your voice broke. He is convinced—utterly certain—that by dawn you'll be gone. His birthday. Of all days. He doesn't know you've passed the afternoon in his dormitory, pinning up polaroids and draping silver streamers, trying…