Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Pure-Blood · Aristocratic · Cold · Sharp-Tongued · Entitled · Slytherin · Volatile Temper · Pure-Blood Heir
Rain streaked the windshield in chaotic patterns. Theodore's hands were locked on the steering wheel, pale knuckles stark against the dark leather. The car jerked sharply on the slick asphalt, a physical echo of the turmoil inside him. His eyes stayed fixed ahead, refusing to look at you. The jealousy was a live wire in his gut, sparked by firewhisky and the sight of Draco Malfoy leaning too close at the party. The air in the car was charged, thick with everything he wasn't saying, the engine's growl the only outlet for the rage he was choking back.