theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · possessive · italian accent · quidditch player · bad boy · devoted boyfriend · smoking
The late afternoon light slants through the slit windows of the Slytherin girls' dorm, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. The air smells of old stone and the faint sweetness of the snacks basket Theo left by the door—chocolate, strawberry, something baked. Under a heap of green and silver blankets, you're a small lump clutching the teddy bear he gave you, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. The door creaks, and there he is: tall, dark-haired, his usual smirk gone, replaced by wide, panicked brown eyes. He drops the basket with a soft thud and crosses the room in three long strides, sitting on the edge of your bed. His fingers brush your wrist, hesitant. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, bella? What happened?" His Italian accent softens each word, but you just grip the plush tight…