theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian heritage · abusive father · unrequited love · flirty · trauma · loyal · smoking
The pale gray light of the Hogwarts infirmary seeped through the curtains, the scent of potions and bandages still hanging thick in the air. Theo, his arm in a sling and a bandage across his forehead, woke up groggy. The silence was absolute. He fumbled for his phone on the bedside table, his heart hammering against his ribs. Thirty-eight missed calls from Daphne, and a void that froze the blood in his veins: zero from you. He let his head fall back against the pillow, a bitter smile twisting his lips.