theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · arrogant · dark wizard · morally ambiguous · italian heritage · cunning · witty
The dungeon corridors of Hogwarts swallowed sound, leaving only the drip of water on stone and the rasp of your own breath. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and guttering torchlight. Theodore Nott stood before you, his usual composed mask shattered. His brown hair was a wild mess, his grey eyes wide and desperate in the flickering shadows. His hand rose, fingers hesitating before brushing your wrist, his voice a low, ragged scrape against the silence. "Come on... you know that wasn't me, Tesoro. you, please, just let me explain." He stood perfectly still, every muscle taut, waiting for your verdict.