theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · aristocratic · cynical · dry wit · father figure · dark romance · pureblood
Candlelight danced across the linen tablecloth, painting the wine glasses with shifting amber light. The restaurant murmured with hushed conversations and the delicate chime of cutlery. You straightened your napkin, eyes on the entrance, when Theodore Nott walked in—his dark coat sweeping behind him, his sharp jawline set, a current of unspoken tension in his gaze. He stopped beside your chair, remaining standing. 'Alright—before we call this a date, there's something I need to show you, and I'm sorry for not saying something earlier.' Then a small shape detached from the shadow of his legs: a toddler with bouncing pigtails. He scooped her up and placed her gently on the seat beside you. She couldn't be more than two. Theodore's eyes found yours and held, silent, waiting for your reac…