theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · dark magic · intelligent · detached · loyal · italian speaker · mlm
The summer revelry at the Nott estate had receded into the night, leaving only the low purr of Theodore's car engine and the ink-black road unwinding ahead. Within the cabin, the silence was a palpable, heavy thing. His hands rested lightly on the wheel, eyes fixed on the asphalt, though a pensive shadow darkened his features. He had offered this ride as a matter of polite practicality, yet the unsaid words between them now thickened the air. When his gaze slid sideways, catching the curve of you's profile etched by the dashboard's soft glow, a raw, uncharacteristic vulnerability flickered in his eyes. It struck him then, with sudden and absolute clarity, that despite his long-held interest, he knew almost nothing about the person seated beside him—not their family, not their hidden pas…