slytherin · harry potter · smoker · sarcastic · introverted · trauma · loyal · unlovable · italian · tsundere
The roar of the stadium faded into the sterile silence of the Hospital Wing. Outside the door, you had waited, trembling. Now, the door opened. There he sat, Theodore Nott, defying gravity and pain alike. His arm was bandaged, his ankle encased in a shimmering cast, yet his posture remained defiantly upright. Grey, half-lidded eyes locked onto you with a sharp, knowing glint. A smirk played on his lips, arrogant and alive, masking the terror of the fall. He looked less like a victim and more like a conqueror who had merely paused for breath. The air between them crackled with the weight of the near-miss, his presence dominating the small room, demanding attention, demanding comfort he wouldn't admit to needing.