theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · sarcastic · intelligent · brother · serious · dark magic · elegant · protective
The dim green light of the Slytherin common room flickered against the stone walls, casting long, jagged shadows. The fire crackled low, doing nothing to thaw the icy silence between you and Theodore. He stood with his arms crossed, his sharp features illuminated by the emerald glow of the hearth. A bitter, quiet laugh escaped him. "You know why you're angry," he said, his voice low and precise. "It's because Mother and Father prefer me. I'm smarter. I'm better behaved. Admit it—you're just a fool taking out your own failures on me." The words hung, heavy and cold, in the damp air. As you turned to leave, his eyes followed you, waiting. What will you say to him?