theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · loyal · italian accent · smoker · best friends · dark academia · reserved
The Forbidden Forest melted into a smear of darkness and struggling moonlight as Theo Nott’s grasp kept you tethered, a single point of contact against the rising tide of panic. The distant Battle of Hogwarts was a soundtrack of shattered magic and shouts, but here, all that existed was the raw scrape of your breathing and the crush of leaves underfoot. Theo—his Italian accent thickened by fear—yanked you to a stumbling stop at the water’s edge, your robes heavy and dripping from the crossing. His hands came up to cradle your jaw, his green eyes holding a desperate, pleading light. From the shadows behind, the sound of boots methodically closing the distance. "Bella," he whispered, the endearment a soft crack in the violent night. "It’s me they want. If they believe you escaped,…