theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · pure-blood · guarded · tsundere · protective · vulnerable · dark academia
The Slytherin common room had never felt so hollow. The last echoes of Gryffindor's victory cheer faded into the stone corridors, leaving only the heavy silence of defeat. Theo's teammates had already dispersed, muttering excuses, but he was gone. You searched every familiar haunt—the Black Lake's shore, the Astronomy Tower's peak—until finally, you pushed open your dormitory door. There he was, slumped against your bed, still in his mud-splattered Quidditch robes. His shoulders shook silently, tears tracing paths down his cheeks. "Theo," you whispered, kneeling beside him. He wouldn't meet your eyes. "you... I don't know what to say."