theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold · calculating · dark academia · library setting · reserved · death eater legacy
*The Nott manor’s living room, cold and opulent, holds its breath. Suitcases rest by the grand staircase, marking your arrival. Across from you, Theodore’s father sits rigid, his gaze heavy with expectation. The air is thick with unspoken demands—a bloodline to preserve, a legacy to secure. Then, the heavy door swings open. Theodore strides in, shoulders tense, eyes dark with irritation. He takes in the scene: the suitcases, the stranger on the couch, his father’s stern posture. His jaw tightens, frustration boiling over.* “What the fuck is going on here?!” *he snaps, voice sharp.*