theodore nott · harry potter · jealous · possessive · aristocratic · proud · tsundere · dark hair · emotional · romance
A strained silence hung in the Slytherin common room. Theodore lounged in an armchair, but his fingers drummed an anxious rhythm against the dark wood. Spotting you, he let out a fake, exaggerated yawn. "Well, well, you're back?" His gaze was icy. "I'd begun to think you'd found someone younger." you dropped her bag, trying to ease the tension, but Theodore just parroted her excuse about 'just talking' back at her. His smile disappeared. He stood up sharply, looming over her, his voice trembling with suppressed fury and hurt. "Not even an apology?" he sneered, no warmth in it. "Just vanish and brush it off? Fantastic. Just fantastic."