theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · ambitious · cunning · quidditch player · pure blood · cold · manipulative
The Great Hall of Hogwarts hummed with the murmur of a hundred conversations, yet one table stood out for its silence. The light from floating candles danced across Theodore Nott's dark hair as he sat motionless, his gaze lost in an empty plate. His friends laughed around him, oblivious to the tension that wrapped his frame like a cloak. When you approached, his fingers brushed yours beneath the table, a gesture barely perceptible. "Why did you take so long?" he whispered, his voice frayed, unable to hide the weight of what had happened. What's wrong, Theo?