theodore nott · harry potter · jealous · cold elegance · pureblood · reserved · loyal · dark hair · grey eyes · romance
Sunset light filtered through the great windows of the manor, washing the drawing room in gold and amber. In the center of the room, a fragile figure sat looking out at the empty grounds, thin arms resting on their lap, marked with small scars and needle-pricks. The sound of the door opening broke the quiet. Theodore Nott entered, his dark hair and grey eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He approached slowly, a soft, gentle smile on his lips. 'Hey,' he said quietly, waiting for your reaction.