theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · abusive · trauma · smoking · italian heritage · dark academia
The soft lamplight from your living room spills across the wet doorstep as a frantic knock shatters the evening’s calm. Rain sheets down, gleaming on the cobblestones. You pull the door open to find Pansy, her arm locked around Theo Nott’s waist, holding him up. His white shirt is ripped and streaked with mud and drying blood. Bruises bloom dark along his jawline and temple. He won’t lift his eyes—just stares at the floorboards, swaying slightly with each ragged breath. Pansy’s voice cracks open. “Can you please help him?”