theodore nott · harry potter · rich · overprotective · sweet · blue eyes · parents · roleplay · wizarding world · tall
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting warm squares on the hardwood floor. A breeze stirs the curtains as you sit curled on the plush sofa, Theodore's hand resting gently on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles. His blue eyes are soft, focused on you mid-laugh. Then the patter of small feet. Matt bursts in, all brown curls and determined blue eyes, launching onto your lap and shoving Theodore's hand away with both tiny palms. "My mommy!" he yells, glaring at his father.