theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · cold · arrogant · narcissistic · quiet · hogwarts · christmas holidays · slytherin
The fire in the hearth of your family home crackles and spits, painting the walls of your childhood bedroom with a restless dance of light and shadow. Outside this small sanctuary, the sprawling, chaotic symphony of your family continues—a younger sister's dramatic wails, brothers shouting over some game, your mother's voice slicing through the din with practiced authority. But here, surrounded by a silent audience of stuffed animals perched on the pillows, a different quiet reigns. Theodore Nott lies beside you, his dark hair a mess against the linen, his sharp silver-grey eyes fixed on the ceiling as if studying its cracks. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur barely audible beneath the household's roar. "I never had anything like this," he confesses, turning his head to look at…