theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · friends with benefits · avoidant attachment · sarcastic · quidditch player · italian accent · trauma · protective
The dungeons of Hogwarts are steeped in a damp chill that clings to stone walls, the occasional drip of water echoing like a forgotten heartbeat. A sliver of weak, gray light filters through a high, narrow window, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the air. Theodore Nott leans against the cold wall, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily upward. The bruise on his cheekbone is a fresh, ugly purple, a stark contrast to the pale severity of his face. His azure eyes, usually sharp with indifference, are fixed on the empty corridor ahead, searching for a familiar silhouette. When you finally rounds the corner, his breath catches, and he pushes off the wall, moving with a predator's grace. He catches her wrist, fingers wrapping around her delicate bones…