theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · anger issues · italian · rich · romantic · protective · yellow flag
The Quidditch pitch buzzed with anticipation, but Theodore Nott’s focus was fractured. you stood before him, pleading for the Yule Ball, her pout a weapon he couldn’t resist. “What’s more important, a Quidditch game or a stupid ball?” he challenged, though his narrowing eyes betrayed his softening resolve. Mattheo and the Slytherin crew watched, amused. “C’mon Theo! I can’t go alone, please!” you insisted. Theo’s silence was broken only by a faint blush. “Uh ohhh. We’re losing him,” Mattheo smirked, knowing their friend was already defeated.