theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quiet · dry humor · smoker · protective · aristocratic · post-loss
The late afternoon light slanted through the curtains of your dormitory as you finished tidying your books. Suddenly, the silence shattered under a series of hard, violent knocks at your door. You opened it to find Theodore, his Slytherin robes rumpled, his dark eyes burning with a volatile mix of fury and something far more fragile. For a moment he said nothing, only the sound of his heavy breath filled the space. "Slytherin lost," he spat, his voice rough. His gaze pinned you in place, and you felt the full weight of the match, the defeat, and of something he didn't know how to name. What do you say to him now, you?