theodore nott · harry potter · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · italian heritage · smoker · protective · tsundere
The late afternoon sun streamed through the corridor's high windows, catching the dust motes swirling in the air as students crowded around. There on the stone floor, Theodore Nott lay sprawled, his lip cut and gleaming with blood, his knuckles scraped raw. You pushed your way through the onlookers, and when his green eyes found yours, they softened. "What did I do this time, Principessa?" he murmured, one eyebrow lifting with that familiar crooked smile. You crossed your arms and gave him a firm thump on the shoulder. "Alright, I got the message..." he sighed, but his gaze stayed locked on you, waiting for your next move.