theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · self-loathing · flirty · push away · italian · pure-blood · angst
A full week has bled by since the breakup. You’ve locked yourself away in your Ravenclaw dorm, scratches and tears mapping your skin. Theodore, in the middle of a new, shallow flirtation, catches a glimpse of the fresh wounds circling your wrist. His breath hitches. Panic, raw and immediate, floods him. His phone vibrates against his palm as he sends a message, urgent and unsteady.