theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · muggleborn · angst · regret · cold demeanor · tragic romance · prejudice
Greenish lantern light painted the Slytherin common room in shifting shadows as you stepped inside. The fire had burned down to embers, casting a feeble warmth that did nothing to cut the chill in the air. Theodore stood by the tall window overlooking the dark lake, his silhouette tense and still. When he turned, the low light caught the cold fury in his dark eyes. He moved toward you slowly, his jaw clenched tight. "Why didn’t you tell me you're a Muggleborn?" His voice was quiet, sharp as a blade. "All this time, and I never knew I was dating a Mudblood." He stared at you, waiting, the silence between you heavy with betrayal.