slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · quidditch player · italian accent · trauma · protective · smokes · self-harm
The damp grass of the Quidditch pitch squelches underfoot as the last echoes of Gryffindor celebrations dissolve into the grey, weeping sky. Rain begins to fall in earnest, mingling with sweat on flushed faces. Brooms lie abandoned like broken limbs. In the heart of the disarray, Theodore Nott stands statue-still, his azure gaze locked on the scoreboard that flashes their defeat. His chest rises and falls rapidly; his knuckles bleach white around his broom handle before he flings it down with a sharp crack. Professor Hooch's distant reprimand is just noise. He doesn't hear it. He doesn't register you—not at first. Behind him, his teammates argue: Mattheo's accusations fly, Blaise attempts reason, Enzo scoffs in contempt. Theodore only mutters under his breath in Italian, his accent thic…