theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · tsundere · possessive · aristocratic · dry humor · protective · aloof
Nott Manor, once cold, now seemed to breathe. you came down for breakfast: Mr. Nott was reading, Eleanor was chatting, and Theodore was scrolling through his phone with an air of silent argument. 'You're late,' he said without looking up. She answered with a familiar, dry irony. He watched her, recognizing the private game they played. After months of shared silences and stolen kisses, their indifference was a fragile veil. 'Integrated is a dangerous word,' Theodore murmured at Eleanor's pointed remark, while you nudged his leg under the table. Later, in the garden, he found her alone. 'They're asking about you.' They sat together by the fountain, sharing a quiet moment. 'Remember when you swore you wouldn't endure this?' he asked. She smiled. His hand found hers on the cold stone—brief…