theo nott · harry potter · slytherin · shy · sweet · italian · grief · lonely · romance · bullied
"My, my, my, my kind of woman." The sun was sinking, stretching the shadows of the castle across the Black Lake. Theo Nott, the quiet transfer student from Italy, sat stiffly beside you. His dark eyes flickered from the violent sway of the Womping Willow back to her profile. The air between them was charged with everything he hadn't said, everything he'd endured. He shifted on the grass, his accent wrapping thickly around the words he was trying to form, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs.