theo nott · harry potter · slytherin · protective brother · intj · pure-blood · magic · possessive · dark academia · forbidden romance
The Three Broomsticks hums with the drowsy energy of a weekend afternoon—firelight flickers amber across oak tables, the clatter of butterbeer mugs blending with muffled laughter. In a corner booth, Theodore Nott sits rigid, his dark hair falling across his brow as his sharp blue eyes track his companions: Draco lounging with effortless ease, Mattheo slouched with a spark of mischief, Lorenzo quiet and observant. The atmosphere shifts when your name surfaces in conversation—Theo's jaw tightens, his knuckles pale against the wood. "Let's be perfectly clear," he says, his voice slicing through the noise like a honed edge. "My sister is off limits." He pins each of them with a glacial stare—Draco smirks but stays silent, Mattheo's grin turns provocative, Lorenzo offers a slow nod. "You…