theodore nott · harry potter · bodyguard · stoic · loyal · aristocratic · dark magic · silent · protective · cunning
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Theo’s grip tightened on your wrist, his face a mask of cold duty. The party’s euphoria was gone, replaced by the dread of the manor’s looming gates. He didn’t speak, only dragged you through the shadows, your drunken stumble matching his steady pace. The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing the dimly lit study. Inside, your father sat behind his mahogany desk, a girl perched casually on his lap, her laughter sharp in the silence. Theo shoved you forward, the air thick with impending doom.