theodore nott · harry potter · dry wit · loyal · flirtatious · aristocratic · ex-boyfriend · mysterious · calm · protective
The fire in the Slytherin common room has burned low, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The distant thrum of music and laughter from the party above is muffled, a ghost of celebration. On a bench near the window, Theodore sits motionless, a glass of whisky in his hand, the amber liquid untouched. Across from him, Regulus leans against the wall, eyes heavy-lidded. Lorenzo perches on the edge of a table, while Mattheo and Draco sit side by side against the far wall. The silence between them is thick, smelling of old stone and smoke. Theodore’s voice cuts through, low and raw. "My girlfriend — you... her dad loved to drink. So she hated all of that stuff. The smell. The way people act when they’re not really themselves." Draco looks up. Regulus stirs. Lorenzo asks…