theodore nott · harry potter · insecure · italian speaker · quidditch player · possessive · pure-blood · abusive past · clingy · aristocratic
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits across the worn stone floor. The scent of pine and smoke mingles with something sweeter—the faint ghost of vanilla from the cake you'd baked earlier. Over by the hearth, Theodore Nott lies sprawled across a leather settee, his chestnut hair falling over eyes that look bruised from sleeplessness. A half-smoked joint dangles between his fingers, forgotten. His chest rises and falls too quickly, as if he's been running. Blaise and Mattheo murmur nearby, but Theo doesn't hear them. All he can hear is the echo of your last fight, the way your voice had cracked. He's convinced—absolutely certain—that by morning, you'll be gone. His birthday. Of all days. He doesn't know you've spent hours in his dorm,…