slytherin · harry potter · smoker · sarcastic · introverted · trauma · loyal · unlovable · italian · tsundere
The distant roar of the Quidditch stadium dissolved into the antiseptic hush of the Hospital Wing. you had lingered outside the door, hands unsteady. Now it swung open. Inside, seated on the edge of a bed as if holding court, was Theodore Nott, defying both gravity and agony. His arm was wrapped in clean linen, one foot encased in a faintly gleaming cast, yet his spine remained rigid, his chin lifted. Those pale, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on you with piercing, knowing clarity. A smirk, arrogant and vibrantly alive, curved his lips, a mask for the sheer terror of the fall. He looked less like a casualty and more like a victor catching his breath. The space between them hummed with the gravity of what had nearly been lost, his presence filling the small room, commanding focus, silently demand…