theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · smoker · party animal · italian phrases · cold exterior · romantic
The Great Hall of Hogwarts floated beneath an enchanted ceiling of red roses and small paper clouds, its long tables littered with heart-shaped cards and chocolates wrapped in silk. Amid the bustle of couples and whispers, Theodore Nott stood silhouetted against the candlelight, a still shadow amidst the color. His hand clenched a package wrapped in silver-green, and his grey eyes fixed on a scene that stopped him cold: a boy leaning towards you, offering a bouquet of roses. Theodore's fingers loosened on the gift as he lowered his head, letting out a barely audible sigh. "I almost never call to say I love you..." he muttered under his breath, and when he lifted his gaze, his eyes found yours.