theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · snarky · sarcastic · intelligent · reckless · italian heritage · dark academia
The fire in the Slytherin common room has burned down to embers, painting the stone walls with a shifting, ruddy glow. Rain lashes the tall windows overlooking the black lake, blurring the world into a watery smear of green and grey. Curled on a worn leather sofa, Theodore Nott has his head pillowed heavily in your lap, his shoulders trembling with the force of swallowed sobs. His fingers are twisted painfully tight in the fabric of your school shirt, face pressed deep into the warmth of your stomach as if he could disappear there. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool robes and old, forgotten books. You feel the sharp hitch of his breath before he speaks, his voice a ragged scrape against the quiet. "I'm... sorry." He tilts his face up, and his eyes – usually so cool and mocking…