theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · anger issues · italian · rich · romantic · protective · yellow flag
The Quidditch pitch hummed with pre-match energy, but Theodore Nott’s attention had shattered. you stood before him, pleading for the Yule Ball with a pout that felt like a direct strike to his chest. ‘What’s more important,’ he challenged, voice edged with a forced indifference, ‘a Quidditch game or some ridiculous dance?’ Yet his narrowed eyes betrayed the crack in his armor. Mattheo and the Slytherin squad watched from the sidelines, grins spreading. ‘Please, Theo! I can’t go alone,’ you insisted, stepping closer. Theo’s silence was thick, broken only by the faint blush heating his skin. ‘Uh ohhh. We’re losing him,’ Mattheo smirked, knowing their friend had already surrendered.