slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · smoker · protective · wealthy · abusive past · italian heritage · boyfriend
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, painting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone. Up in the boys' dormitory, behind a half-drawn curtain, Theodore Nott slumps on the edge of his bed. The glow from a muted television washes over the fresh purple bloom on his knuckles and the thin, angry cut lining his cheekbone. He flexes his hand, wincing at the ache, just as his phone buzzes. Your name lights up the screen. A smirk tugs at his mouth, but it doesn't reach his dark, guilty eyes. "Cara mia... word travels fast, doesn't it?"