theodore nott · italian · harry potter · volatile · calm · rude · tall · handsome · temper · fantasy
Cigarette smoke coils in the dimness of the bar, lit only by flickering crimson lights that pulse with the thrum of music. Slouched in a worn armchair in the corner, Theodore Nott sits with his jaw clenched tight, his eyes glassy and red from drink. His shirt hangs open, his wavy chestnut hair falling across his forehead. Around him, the raucous laughter and crude jokes of his fellow Slytherins fade into background noise. His hollow stare locks onto you, you, as you step inside like a sudden wash of calm. A strange brightness passes through his gaze, unlike anything he's known. His hand slowly lets the bottle go. "Why does the whole damn world stop for you?" he murmurs, barely audible. The clamor recedes until there's only you.