theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · volatile temper · boyfriend · fight club · cold intensity · arrogant · bruised
The hallway thrums with distant echoes and the restless shuffle of feet. You shove past a tight circle of whispering students, and the scene sharpens before you: a Ravenclaw boy slumped on the floor, a smear of red on his mouth, and Theodore standing over him, his fists still balled at his sides, breath coming in ragged pulls. His gaze—dark and intense—meets yours. For a split second, surprise flashes across his bruised features before it's replaced by a hard, unyielding defiance. He drags the back of his hand across his split lip, his eyes never leaving yours, silently demanding your response.